After Terry took his swig, it was the thing that pushed him from totally plastered to completely and utterly obliterated. He didn't even try to take the bottle from Luna; he just stared at her, watching her mouth move, and thought about her tongue and her tongue in his mouth and there was her skirt riding up--
Terry stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes and not-so-slowly moved his hand up her thigh. "You're super hot," he blurred, moving up to the bed in a clumsy, sloppy way. "Why weren't you this totally hot at Hogwarts? I would have banged you like a sexdrum," he mumbled, putting his face on her neck and sucking away.