Joseph Thompson could only smile and shake his head. He couldn't do anything in this situation, especially since they were at the staircase by the door.
Jaylene raised her dazed head and looked at the close-up face of Joseph. The dim lighting of the old building hallway made Joseph's dark eyes look like bottomless pits, staring down at her.
Joseph's hand gripped her waist and didn't let go despite her resistance. He frowned slightly and asked, "Are you really drunk?"
"You're the one who's drunk," Jaylene glared at Joseph and gestured with her fingers, "I only had one drink...one...whatever it was."
"Tequila?" Joseph asked, still frowning.
"Who drinks from a pot? I told you it was just one cup," Jaylene said, her breath smelling of alcohol. She looked up at the ceiling, "Whose house is this?"
"This is your home entrance, we haven't gone inside yet," Joseph explained patiently.
