I'd never had such a strong stuff before and it was really making me lose awareness and control of myself.
The most drink of my intoxication was wine and I easily got intoxicated.
Whatever they had given me to sniff and swallow were just foreign to my system. I was feeling no pain but I was feeling like I'd just gulped six — or maybe eight — bottles of 1945 Pinot Noir.
What little strength I had in me, I had walked like a drunk person to the counter and booked a room, used the elevator and was now occupying the suite.
It was dark and the door was closed.
Or it should be.
I laid like an almost dead person, trying to find sleep when the door opened.
I frowned but was too intoxicated to get up. "Who are you?"
"Oh baby, it's me." The voice was sounded equally drunk sa
