"Huh? But didn't Ms. Florence say she was going to pay us back in the morning?" Pema exclaimed.
"To be fair, who knows how much of the truth that woman was even telling. The bottle seemed to be doing some of the talking." Salem stated. "Whether she is or isn't lying, one thing is for sure: She would have passed out right on the table, if Aya hadn't carried her to bed."
"How are you so sure?" She inquired.
Salem chuckled. "Well, I used to be a bartender, remember? Let's just say you see it all when you're behind the counter. Florence is most certainly drunk. Really drunk. Therefore, she'd have zero credibility if we question her in that current state."
Astonished, Pema clapped her hands together. "Wow, you sure know your drunk women, Salem!"
"H-hey, don't put it like THAT. It makes me seem like a creep..." He grumbled.