He calls her 'ma'am' and she scrunches up her nose. That's just so cute, she's never been called 'ma'am' before, and to have a drunken guy who, frankly looks exactly like a Greek God and is only wearing a towel say it is so damn surreal, and she loves it.
And she tries to help him up but he slips again, and he's so much stronger than her and she falls too, breaking into a hopeless fit of giggles and trying not to land on him too heavily.
He's laughing too and she rolls off him, deliberately not looking down to where the towel should be, but God knows where it is now.
"That must be very strong whiskey," she says, kneeling beside him. "Sure you're okay?"