Thirty One

"Shit," Avery mumbles, stumbling through the hallway as she holds onto the wall.

"Bye!" Meredith calls, before she falls back into her room, eyes half-closed and looking thoroughly out of it.

Avery closes her eyes for a minute, and leans against the wall, blinking hard when she starts walking again.

"Almost there!" She nods and wanders down the hall to where she thinks her room might be.

I'm not so sure about that, Sonya butts in, taking the reigns a little, and beginning to steer her in the opposite direction of where she was going.

"Thank you," Avery giggles out loud, drawing a weird look from a couple who are strolling down the hall.

A door opens near her, and she spots Roman in his glasses.

"Ave?" He groans, taking in her very drunk figure.

"Mhmm," she beams, stumbling over to him and cuddling him tightly.

"Hello there," he chuckles, rubbing her back ruefully.

"I could have come and gotten you from her room, you didn't have to wander around trying to find it yourself," he adds, w