Blayze maintained a silent vigil. He observed as she continued to indulge, leaning in close and persisting in the drinking.

With a gentle but firm hand, he took away her glass, settled the tab, hoisted her up, and guided her out of the bar, ultimately placing her gently in the back seat of the car.

Sabrina, already inebriated, lay in a state of blissful inertia within the car's interior.

Blayze, slipping into the passenger seat from the opposite side, spoke to the driver.

“To a hotel, please," Blayze ordered.