"Why are you so heavy?" Alex complained as she struggled to support Michael, who was heavily leaning against her.
"I'm not heavy," Michael mumbled drunkenly and stumbled over his own feet, almost falling on his face.
"Next time we drink, make sure you don't have to go upstairs to reach your room. Better yet, just do it in your room," Alex complained as she strained to straighten his body.
"You want us to drink in my room?" Michael asked as a lazy smile spread across his face. Alex figured he was drunk and did not bother to answer him.
She was only cursing inwardly at the abnormally large house these people built. How is it convenient to live in? She complained inwardly, forgetting how impressed she had been with it the first time she had gone there.
"Okay, here we are," Alex said as she opened the door to his room and walked him to the bed. Once they reached the foot of the bed, she just pushed him on to it and breathed a sigh of relief.
