Heather stumbled into her shared home, nearly tripping over her own feet. Close behind followed Alejandro, holding his girlfriends heels. Heather pulled herself up the stairs and finally found the bed. Alejandro put his jacket into the closet, took off his shoes, and headed towards their room.
"How are you feeling chica?" He rubbed her back, which was exposed in her dress. She replied with a low gurgle. "Get some sleep, ok?" Heather raised her head slowly.
"What if I don't want to?" Her eyes half closed.
"You'll feel better if you do." He kissed her forehead, "I'll be right back." Standing up, he started to undo his tie.
"Where are you going?" Heather whined. Alejandro didn't listen, he grabbed a pair of pj's from his dresser and headed to the bathroom. As the door clicked close Heather weakly sat up. "Leave me alone, yea- yea right." She pushed herself off the bed and wobbled to the bathroom door. She swung it open viciously, staring at the shirtless Spaniard with dead eyes. Alejandro went wide eyed not knowing what was going to happen. She walked up to him slowly, he smiled getting the idea of what she wanted. He opened his arms to hug her, but she pushed his arms out of the way and threw up into the toilet. Alejandro let out a big sigh, 'Of course.' He bent down and pulled her raven black hair out of the way. As she wiped her lips of vomit Alejandro kissed her ear. This is the last time he lets her drink.
