Merlin, she was in worse shape than he thought. He knew her spelling had been getting worse but looking at her now he was surprised she hadn't completely blacked out. "I'm thinking a little shitty was an understatement. Merlin, Susan, you really went all out here."
As she fell back a bit he reached out to steady her. Giving the bartender a slight glare. Who in there right mind would keep giving her drinks? Or allowing others to buy her one? It was asking for trouble and they should know better. "Don't worry, I wont let you end up on the floor," he said, wrapping his arm around his waste. "Is your tab all settled? If so we can get you back to your place right away."
"No, I didn't, but I wanted to. It really isn't any trouble."