She apologized for Cynthia’s behavior as they passed and then they were gone, entering the lobby on the way to privacy, her salvation.<br/><br/>Several times on their short trip to the their room, Cynthia had stumbled almost bringing both down into an embarrassing pile, Vivian catching her at the last moment each and pulling her back up. Open the door to their room, she led her drunken lover to the bed, only after did she realize the bathroom was probably a better option. Silently she knelt before Cynthia, picking up her foot; she began to unlace the boot.<br/><br/><em>”… You don't have any right to judge me.  's not like you've never been drunk,"</em>were the words she heard, the hackles in her neck raising as the woman said it. In fact, Vivian had never been drunk, never wanting to loose her senses in case she was paged. Even here, on vacation, she fell into the habit of not drinking to excess, but that was neither here nor there, arguing with a drunk, a useless proposition. All she cared about was getting Cynthia into bed, perhaps she would be fortunate enough for her to fall into a dead sleep.