[EnamelEyes]

By the time they were spent, Anita was already at the far end of the dancefloor, dancing wildly as she held a glass of whiskey in her hand.

Being in a state where her mind was fogged up by alcohol, she wasn't even conscious of the fact that she was actually dancing in front of a man in a provocative fashion. All she knew was that she was drunk and she was enjoying it.

[SRuiz]

At that point in time, Federico had stopped speaking English and reverted back to his regular Portuguese tongue. While he could hear everything, those around him speaking in English, he was too drunk to pay attention that he was not doing the exact same thing.

"Boa noite" he lightly hummed in a song before resting his head on the bar's wooden frames with one heavy thud, his arm cushioning the drunk impact. A few of his close friends that had gone to the school with him from overseas, began to help him up. He chuckled a bit before looking in Anita's direction and with the wave of his drunken arm, he attempted to wave. "...voces nao sao divertidas..."(You guys are no fun.) He pouted partially as they assured him he had a little too much.

When he was brought back into his room, they forced him to drink some water which thankfully he wasn't too intoxicated to throw up. Next they handed him a pill from his aspirin bottle and had him take that before motioning him off to bed.

[EnamelEyes]

Wasted and terribly drunk, Anita was helped by one of the men in the bar to her home, where she was laid down on the couch and was given a cup of coffee.

The following day would be interesting for her....