Sophie stumbled in, smelling entirely of alcohol, and collapsed on the sofa. She placed a leg on one of the armrests.
"Oh. You're here to meet your girlfriend. I was wondering why you sneaked off before we were done drinking.
"Anyway, I already drank up all the beer you left behind. Hurry up and come give me a nice massage to thank me!"
As he looked at Sophie, who was drooling as she began snoring on our couch, the annoyance in Anderson's eyes faded and was replaced with a helpless sort of tenderness.
He sighed and said, "Yvonne, maybe you need to calm down. Let's talk again tomorrow."
He approached Sophie and picked her up with ease, carrying her into the guest room as if he had done it plenty of times.

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