Methe was almost too far gone to care, but thankfully managed to hang onto her last, fleeting bit of self-control. It was quickly wearing thin, though. The elevator ride up passed in a haze, and when the bell dinged, she almost looked surprised. Which was silly, but her head was addled.
"I don't-" she started to say, but even through the haze in her head, the strap of her shoe was pinching. "Bedroom," she finally answered. "I seem to recall a big red bed? And these shoes are coming off."