The signs of the drug taking root in Ali were obvious even before the fumble with the gate.  Warren had almost made drugging into an science being able to casually estimate how much was needed to put anyone under.  He took another drink from his own glass as he watched her become more and more lethargic.  Pretty soon, the sweet college girl would be completely at his mercy.  Ali though hadn't noticed the effects and had instead chosen to down the rest of the tainted scotch.<br/><br/>Warren put down his glass and walked over to where Ali was now staggering across the grass.  He easily and gently slung her arm over his shoulder as he help support her from completely collapsing into a pile.  "Easy there Ali, don't want you to hurt yourself.  Big day tomorrow and you want to look your best right?  Here why don't we get you inside and you can rest on the couch a bit."  Warren began to guide her back indoors towards his sitting room where the promise of a nice plush couch awaited Ali.