"That was good," Avery whispered, eyes closed, head tilting as she kissed (licked??) his neck. The booze was starting to cloud in, post-coital bliss weighing his limbs. He wrapped an arm around Lyra's back, his fingers lazily stroking her skin. He could easily fall asleep right now. In fact, maybe he....
Fuck. He needed a piss. He whined in the back of his throat, eyes staying closed. All that beer wanted to come out again before morning. "Is it far to the bathroom?"