"Yes, good," Tuck breathed. "Much? Can- can you text my kids? And Clio?" Tuck set the phone on his bed and moved down to the floor so he could grab his mug. He reached out for Stutely's as well.
The hot chocolate steamed merrily as he poured out into the mugs. He handed one to Stutely and then crawled over to the bars near Scarlet. "Hey, babe," he whispered. "I'm going to hold your head and help you drunk this, okay?" He chanced a sip himself first, and moaned with pleasure. "Oh my god, it's so good. Bless Bob's wife."