Adette's knees bobbled under her weight, and she clung to Resnick to keep from falling. Her high heels only seemed to exacerbate the problem. "You can't put me to bed! You're not my mother!" But she didn't fight him at all, somewhere in her intoxication she knew it was time. She had taken enough of his for one night, and the moment her head hit the pillow she would be out like a light. "I'll go to bed wh'n I wan'to, and dwell on shit wh'e I wan'to!" Her lips started the slur her words a little, but she held stead fast to Resnick, and followed as faithfully as a (drunk) hound.