Her head was just... not all there and she shivered when the door opened all the way, letting a burst of cool air in. "I'm dizzy," she murmured, sagging against him, letting her body melt against his. It was nice and comforting and she couldn't help the small smile that formed when she felt him harden against her. Really, he couldn't help the way he reacted and that made her happy. She'd thought for sure that she'd completely turned him off of her for good and it was great to know that that was not the case. Her heavy hair stuck to his chest as she leaned into him. It felt like her head was just going to fall off her neck.
She reached out, fumbling with the shampoo, the bottle slipping from her hands. She sighed, somewhat dramatically and just stood there, feeling useless and confused. Being drunk was not fun. She did NOT like it. However, she did not the reaction her own body was having to the feel of Roger pressed behind her. For whatever reason, their chemistry was just... too much. Too hot. All the time. It didn't matter where she was, she really just wanted him inside of her. It didn't matter what was going on, she just wanted to be wit him. It made everything better.
She bent over, pressing her arse into him, picking up the shampoo bottle, barely making it back up. "Oh..." she muttered, head falling back against his chest. "I shouldn't have done that."