Roger didn't really mind drunk Mandy. When she wasn't too busy being molested by his friends, she was actually pretty funny. He managed to get her boots off, a little more difficult with her running her hands through his hair, and pressed a kiss to her bare knee. "Love you, too."
He could tell from that look that he wasn't invited to join, but he hung around anyway, in case she passed out or threw up again or something. It was kind of torture, seeing blurry bits of naked Mandy through the clear shower glass, all fogged up so he couldn't really see, but he certainly had an idea. He sighed and tapped his foot for a while, just listening to the water running, and then to his surprise Mandy was sticking her head out, inviting him in.
He shucked off his shoes, then his shirt and jeans and everything else into a pile on the floor. Then he stepped inside behind Mandy and pulled the door closed, wrapping them both in steam and water. His hands slid around her waist and he nuzzled against her neck, unable to hide the effect she always had on him as her bum pressed up against him. She didn't smell like anything now, just his clean, gorgeous girl. "Help you with what, beautiful," he murmured, fingers fanning out along her stomach, doing his best to keep them from roaming up or down.