He grimaced again. “Tell you what.. you crash at my place.. I’ll take the couch, you take the bed.. then tomorrow, I’ll help you grab your stuff.. okay..?” He asked.
By the time the cab showed up, Goldie finished her last drink and slid from her seat with a wobble. She grabbed Rocco's arm for support and laughed, "I almost died...!"
The cab pulled up, and he helped her out, and up the steps to his apartment. He helped keep her steady as he opened the door. It was fairly spartan in decoration, modest, but nice.
It suited him, honestly. At least she felt it suited him. She looked around before she took a seat on the couch.
"I'm gonna be so miserable in the morning.." She said with a weak laugh.
“You’ll be alright..” he said with a smile. He gave her some small bottle of something that smelled awful. “Drink that.. it’s hellish but there’s no hangover.. plus I have a house guest, I gotta make some breakfast.” He said with a grin.
“Oh, yeah..” he said with a laugh. He grabbed her a few things and came back. “If you wanted to shower, I got you a towel.. and I really.. well I only have a few things that might fit you so there’s a big shirt and some shorts..” he said with a soft laugh. He set them down and grabbed himself a blanket and pillow. “And these are mine..”