Kevin was feeling good when they left the restaurant. He wasn't drunk, but he had a nice little buzz going. Years of drinking and his English constitution helped keep him on his feet.
He sighed happily as Megan took off his jacket and tie. "Oh... I'm sure I can think of something," he said. He kissed her slow and deep, then noticed that Anthony had taken off his jacket, but sat on the sofa. He turned and raised an eyebrow.