[Oh dear. Eleanor the drunk has picked up a hot British dude and is letting him escort her down the hall. He's taking it all in stride, seemingly forgetting about his concerns (real or otherwise) as he can only think of his new companion.]
You said you wanted to go to your room, yes? Perhaps you should tell me where it is before we get lost.
Regrets event, Will probably contain smut from someone who's never written smut before.
You said you wanted to go to your room, yes? Perhaps you should tell me where it is before we get lost.