Brooke wanted to sleep. The amount of alcohol she'd consumed in the short amount of time had gone straight to her head, probably not helped by the fact that she hadn't eaten all day. She hung from Damon's arm as he led her up, through the hotel, to what she supposed was his room. She would just sleep it off, then go to Elena's and try to decide what to do.
Brooke wobbled when she no longer had Damon's arm for support. She saw that he was on the floor and followed him into the bedroom, gripping the door handle to keep herself steady. Slowly, she shut the door before turning and making her way over to the bed so she could flop down beside him. "Shouldn't have drunk that much..." she moaned, shifting a little so her cheek was pressed to the cool duvet cover. "Whyn't you stop me?"