Really?  Two bottles of whiskey?  She'll have to carry him tomorrow... but if she doesn't get it for him he'll almost certainly go get it himself.  And then who knows how long he'll elect to stay down at the bar.  At least in the room she can give him disapproving looks until he either stops or passes out.<br/><br/>She's just about out of the room when she sees him begin to strip.  Quickly shutting the door behind her, Tamara hustles down the hallway.  She thankfully has her purse on her, allowing her to order up the two bottles of whiskey and the single pint of ale.  One of them has to be somewhat alert, and clearly it isn't going to be her companion.<br/><br/>Juggling the bottles slightly, she makes her way back upstairs and knocks briskly on the door.  She definitely isn't going to enter until he gives her the go ahead... they don't need anything like that other time... back before...  Tamara pushes the thought away and knocks harder.