After returning home, Vivienne's eyes fluttered open, but the buzz of the booze still had her firmly in its grip.

Cyrus scooped her up and laid her in bed, ready to wash up.

But just as he was about to step into the bathroom, he felt a tug on his arm.

If he wasn't sitting down, he might have been hauled right onto the bed by the sloshed Vivienne.

Seeing her in such a state, he hoisted himself onto the mattress, planning to tuck her in, but she had other ...