"Doohoohooon't," she complained, pressing her hands flatter against her head. "Fuuck, don't make me laugh. Oh my gooood, I am such a freak," she groaned, but it wasn't, like, a horrified groan, cuz freak was always a title she tried to embrace, and she was proud of her utter unique weirdness even if it did spin her head trying to understand it. The groan was mostly the ghost of cocktails past.
"But you married me, so," she said, reaching over to poke him in the side (other hand still on her face, eyes still closed.) "Suck it, bitch." The unhidden part of her face was smiling. Her co-freak. She kinda loved it.