Lucy made a small, disappointed sound in the back of her throat as Ben pulled away to answer the door, but the feeling of his lips on hers still lingered after he walked away. She smiled to herself, almost blissfully, her eyes following him as he moved from the door to the table and then back to her. Sometimes she could hardly believe that she'd gotten so lucky with him. She couldn't have asked for a better husband, a better father for her son (when he was home, anyway). Ben was everything she ever wanted without knowing she'd wanted it in the first place. Which... didn't quite make sense, but love never did. It was funny like that.
She took the glass from him graciously, leaning into his kiss and closing her eyes, savoring the moment. "Mm. To us." She kissed his cheek too — it was impossible not to when he was so close — and sipped her champagne contently, when suddenly a thought occurred to her. Looking at him sideways, she set her glass down on the table and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Ben, honey. Isn't there some kinda rule about not mixing drugs with alcohol? Does that not apply to V?" She raised an eyebrow archly at him, still trying to be playful, but curious as well. She really didn't want to die tonight just because they'd done something wrong.