[ OKAY well, she can't let him stagger all over the lounge. The nightlife in Vegas means that the area is flush with people and partygoers who are all looking at the small blonde woman and the bumbling drunk man holding a smelly cheese box. She can't sit there and gawk forever.

Still red-faced, Marcille forces herself to her feet, grabs Choso's upper arm, and presses her hand to the middle of his back to stabilize him. ]

Y-Yeah, um, I am a little hungry!

[ He's more drunk than she thought. She tries to guide him towards the elevator. ]

Let's go eat in your room, okay? Do you have some water there? Maybe some other snacks?

[ Bread? Crackers? Anything? ]