Once Chloe's hair was dryish, Arran reached out for her as she returned to him, pulling her body close and licking a warm stripe up the side of her neck. She tasted clean, and of Chloe, and Arran's cock hardened further at the thought of all the other interesting places he might lick her. He let his nails, short though they were, graze against the skin of her hips as he brushed his hands down to give her arse a squeeze.
"Have we got one?" Arran asked, not quite bothering to step back. While it was nice to be drunk, and Arran had enjoyed it so far, he did feel that it would be nicer to be the same level of intoxicated as Chloe. Since she could hardly get drunk to join him very quickly, he might as well take a potion to make him more sober. "Yeah, that's a great idea, is it in the kitchen? Or one of your cupboards?"