You were drunk at a bar. Alone by yourself. You couldn't drive. But Donelle was willing to take you home. Donelle was your best friend. Once you've arrived home she lays you in your bed and went to leave. But you grabbed her hand, delaying her leave. Asking her to stay. Even though you were drunk and half asleep, she couldn't leave you.

She sighs and sits next to you.

"How many drinks did you take..?"