Re: Mezzanine
Cooing with contentment, she placed her head on his shoulder, her lips brushing over his neck. "Yes," she told him. She was delightfully fuzzy, and while five seconds ago she had wanted to pull the scientist's clothes off and screw him senseless, she was finding she was tired and sleepy. Yawning, she pulled back from him, a silly smile on her face. "I think," she told him, somehow managing to slur consonants that had never before been slurred, "that I should get another drink. Because I am sleepy. And it will wake me up." She wanted to dance again, too. That would help.
She watched his face and then broke out into a large grin. "And later, we should totally have sex, okay?"