She snickered as he blamed her for using the term "whatever." Oh, she was so proud of her grumpy friend! As he stood, she glanced up with a raised brow. "Okay," she said, frowning slightly. Was he okay? Watching him make his way to the bathroom, she finished her beer, standing up and going to the kitchen to get another.
As she cracked open the fridge, Zeph tore through the kitchen, tail straight in the air like a soldier at attention. He had the habit of taking naps in the bathroom, and seemed quite frightened by Luther's presence. Laughing as Zeph skittered into the living room, she pulled out a fresh beer and popped the top.
While drinking, she pulled out her phone and sent Sam a little text. Though she wasn't smashed yet, she was tipsy enough to text like a drunk person for her own amusement. If things went right, though, she'd be the real deal soon.