"Well, ah can separate a man from his porn an' whiskey now, can ah?" Alisa could barely surpass a laugh when he said that. "Okay... ah'll sleep in de Champions headquarters. Hope dey don' mind seein' me when dey all wake up for breakfast... an' ah'm hopin' de whiskey don' give me a hang over."
With a smile from ear to ear, Alisa made her way back to the ladder and carefully went down it. She did not want to slip with her semi wet socks on, and definitely did not want to fall and crack her skull open. Once safely on the ground, she picked up her shoes and her backpack.
"You know... you a good Boss, Nick, an' a bettah friend. An' ah'll shut up now before you insist you not, again. But ah promise non ta touch anyt'ing in yah room while ah stay dere, for tonight. Tomorrow, don' know where ah'm gonna go."
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