"I'm not drunk. Not really. I was just pretending. I'm..." As I spoke, I stumbled forward, grabbing his arm to steady myself. "See? Pretending. I'll sober up quickly."
Mitchell caught her and firmly held her up. “We’ll see after we get you changed.” He said, bringing her out of the room and to his own. “And ready for bed.” He concluded, guiding her to the bed and then shutting his door behind them after he had set her down.