Andreita came hammered to my house and stayed to sleep so her parents wouldn't bitch at her.

Andreita stumbled into my place, wasted and giggling. I helped her to the couch, where she passed out. In the morning, she woke up with a hangover, but a smile. 'Thanks for letting me crash,' she said, her eyes sparkling. 'Anytime, babe,' I replied, winking. We shared a laugh, and I knew she'd be back for more than just a place to sleep.