Spare room at my place

I carry Jamie back to my place. Discovering she wasn’t completely passed out as she became very 'handsy', as my wife likes to put it, shortly after we entered my place. "Here, I will put you in here for tonight. You can sleep it off."

Incoherent gibberish strings out of her as she is clearly trying to tell me something. Opening the door to the spare room and like a six year old throwing a tantrum, Jamie grabs both sides of the door trying to keep from being put to bed.

"Nut heeerrre. Daaaiiirrrr. " She motions with a flailing arm towards the master bedroom.

"But that’s where I was going to sleep Jamie. Jennifer isn’t here so..."

"NO, wez sleeps dair. Iz behave dis time."

Acquiescing to her desire, I change my course and take her into the master bedroom. Laying her gently onto my wife’s side of the bed I attempt to tuck her under the blankets, but again like a six year old, she kicks with her legs and arms trying to stay uncovered and crawl over to my side of the bed. Deciding to just let her be I set my alarm and go to the bathroom to relieve myself before returning to bed.