Integra (thinking): All right, Integra, think…what happened last night?

The party…I danced with Alucard…and then heard that line…so we stopped…then I felt nervous so I had a glass of champagne…took it out to the terrace, had another glass…and then I think I had another one, and, and, I can’t remember…

…and here I’ve woken up, still in the dress, with a pounding headache. Oh, God, I have a hangover. I got DRUNK.

[YAWN]

I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing…