Can't leave her

Not wanting to leave Elsa out in the open, you activate your super strength ring and pick her up, throwing her over your shoulder like a sack of potatos. She's pretty light and you could probably manage to carry her even without the use of your magic ring, but this makes it much easier.

You carry Elsa and head back to the entrance of the mini golf course, thinking you'll probably put her in the car and have your driver bring her somewhere, although you have no idea where she lives. As you get closer to the parking lot where your driver is waiting, you notice the bespectacled mini golf course manager standing outside the office. He sees you and waves, so you go over to him.

"Is she okay?" the manager asks, referring to the blonde supermodel slung over your shoulder. He's wearing a polo shirt and khakis. He's not much of a looker and you're slightly surprised to see a wedding ring on his hand.

"Oh yeah, she's okay. Just had too much to drink earlier and was probably too tired. She just needs to sleep it off," you say.

"Oh, good. Um, I left my phone in the office and you have the keys, could you let me in? And if you're done, I can close up," the manager says.

You just remembered you had taken his keys in exchange for the excessive amount you paid to have the mini golf course to yourself and Elsa and the manager must have been waiting here all this time. You fish the keys out of your pocket and toss them to the manager.

At this point, you're feeling tired and you don't really want to deal with the hassle of bringing Elsa back to the estate, explaining what happened to Abby, and having Abby take care of getting the supermodel home.

"Hey, do you mind if my friend sleeps it off in your office while you close up?" you ask the manager.

The manager looks confused and doesn't know how to respond.

"Come on, I paid you 10 grand. I'm sure you're pocketing most of that, right? Do me a favor here, pal," you say.

"Uh, sure," the manager agrees reluctantly, and you go into the office with him and deposit Elsa onto a worn out leather couch inside.

"What am I supposed to do about her?" the manager asks as you're leaving.

"Just call her a cab when she wakes up. Shouldn't be long," you say, heading out of the office. As you glance back over your shoulder, you see the manager standing over Elsa, just watching her.