`You need to feed her something, otherwise she will end up with gastric tomorrow', Hadwin finished buttering up several slices of bread and placed them on a plate.
`Man, she is a fireball when drunk', Hadwin commented before sprinting to his room.
Ace looked at his watch and it showed 12.30 am. He kicked his room door open using his feet and placed Astrid on the edge of his bed. Ace squatted in front of her and held her chin. Her glassy pale brown eyes stared at his eyes and lips.
`You need to clean up, okay?' Ace did not want anyone else to touch her. He wondered if he should wipe her clean with a towel.
Ace pulled his singlet out and stripped his pants, leaving his boxers on. He held his hand for her and guided her to the bathroom.
'Ace, I can do it myself', Ace stopped in his tracks and told her not to lock the door. Astrid was somewhat sober, after emptying the contents of her guts earlier.
