You were too intoxicated to talk to her

As you lie on your bed, the effects of the **** making you groggy, Alison notices that your door is not closed properly. She steps inside, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of you in your mini dress. You look so much like a girl in that outfit, and a pang of nostalgia hits her, reminding her of the sister she always wished for. She takes a deep breath, pushing her own feelings aside as she approaches you with a gentle smile.

"Alex, you need to wake up and change," she says softly, tapping your shoulder and placing her hand on your forehead. You mumble incoherently, saying things like, "Thank you, please move towards the booths." Alison realizes that you are too drunk to change yourself.

Feeling the warmth, she realizes that you’re too drunk to manage on your own. "You’re a bit tipsy, aren’t you? Let’s get you sorted out.