No... well, I dunno. Good sex is a boon at the best of times, but... what if Derek comes back? That could happen, right?
[She tries to take a drink only to remember oops, empty.] Not like he's one to judge for that sort of thing. You should see the nameless supermodels he used to distract himself with. -- Not that I'm bitter or anything. Maybe a little lacking self-confidence because comparing myself to perfect tens isn't fun, but that's not the same thing.
The point is... [what was the point? Give her a second -- oh, right] a good time in bed would make me feel better sure, but would it also make me feel worse?
Besides, most of the people here are all of sixteen. I like hanging with the kiddos but I'm not looking for jailbait, even if we're already in jail. And Tyki... well, that's complicated and he tried to kill my friend or something and no matter how charming and gorgeous he is I know that'd be headed for disaster.
...Sorry. I get chatty when I'm drunk. Like you couldn't tell. Any more in that bottle?