"I'm sorry miss but you've had too much. This hotel is under strict regulations," the bartender responded politely, while he wiped a couple of wet glasses with a napkin. The bar was closing because there weren't many patrons tonight. Weekdays weren't as booming as the weekends. "I...I'll pay, I…I can afford it," Jenna's vision was already blurring out, as she slurred. The bartender wasn't having it. He couldn't let her pass out in the bar by intoxication. This hotel was a top notch one controlled by the mafia kingpins but this bar was under strict regulations. "I'm sorry miss, it's late. You should go to your room now," he maintained the gentility in his voice, not wanting to upset a customer. "Okay," Jenna couldn't argue anymore. She was already tired, her body needed rest. She dropped the empty glass, stood up and struggled to balance her wobbly legs. 'This waiter is so unfeeling.' She needed more alcohol, despite not being a heavy drinker. She was still in her work clothes, givin
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