Yes, it was really the only sensible option

Allie was my roommate; it made the most sense for me to be the one to help her to bed. It wouldn't be right to send the drunk girl into a bedroom with a guy she just met, and it just wouldn't make as much sense to send Laura given Allie and I shared a room.

"Come on," I said, extending a hand to help her up, "Let's get you to bed. Maybe we shouldn't have let you end up with the dirty pint."

She didn't really respond, just slipping her arm around my shoulders and leaning all her weight on me so I wasn't so much supporting her as dragging her to our room.

I tapped my keycard against the sensor, pushed the door open with the weight of our bodies, and led her to her bed.

"Can't sleep like this," she said groggily.

"Like what?"

"Clothes. Need pyjamas. For sleep."

"I, uh... You'll have to deal with it for tonight. It'll be okay."

"Please?"

I hesitated for a moment... Her clothes didn't exactly look comfortable, and it's not like she had anything I didn't.