"Of course I want to get laid. It's my wedding night. But why are you talking about the past?" Lavender shook her head, still confused herself. What he said about what she use to do was right, but it hadn't been like that in so long. "That's how it use to be, right. But we live together now. We share the same bed. I never leave you now. So why would it be any different... never mind. Clearly you're far more drunk then I thought, so... either you won't be able to preform, or you'll pass out on me."