Verity opened her eyes and smiled at him when he brushed her hair aside. The action felt nice and in her tired, drunk, body she really wanted little more than to cuddle, even if she probably smelled like the bottom of a bottle.
He moved the sheets and she crawled under, trying to fight sleep as best she could, but failing miserably. She'd expended her last vestiges of energy on tickling. "Mhm," she agreed quietly smiling as he tucked her in.
"Shouldn't spend the night with boys..." she mumbled in a sleepy haze.
"Jacques?" she called quietly before the final pulls of sleep took her and she was out.