Dylan hurriedly supported her. An ache pounding in his head, he asked, “What’s up with you now?”

“I… need to go…” Imogen slurred with her eyes closed.

“You need to go to the bathroom?” Dylan was in a bad mood now.

Imogen could not walk steadily and if she went to the bathroom alone, he was afraid she would fall. He could not help her into the bathroom though. He was a man!

Imogen nodded and started walking again.

Dylan asked as he supported her, “Can you go by yourself?”

Imogen did not reply. She was so drunk she did not even know who was with her.

Seeing the state she was in, Dylan could only help her to the bathroom, muttering under his breath all the while. Once he got her inside, he hurriedly retreated to let her handle her business.

However, Imogen did not appear even after ten minutes. Dylan knocked on the door only to be answered with silence.

Opening the door to just a crack, he peeked in but did not see Imogen. Where was she? He opened the door wider in confusion and