Lance couldn't suppress a smile thinking about that. "Oh, I bet Jo is fine." The Guthries had probably grown up on homebrew stuff like that, after all. "Dani's probably hurting, though." He doubted that she drank often or anything nearly that strong when she did. "I could have gotten something stronger. There's another consolation for you." Yeah, it was easier to just keep up the normal talking instead of thinking about what may have happened and what the consequences might be.
Even realizing that he probably shouldn't eyeball her in her semi-dressed state, though, didn't mean he was capable of really averting his gaze when she started to move. It should be a damn crime for a woman to look that good. And then she was wearing his shirt, which was another big turn on. "Thanks," he replied, waiting until she had phased out of the room to get out of the bed because of reasons.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he passed both his hands over his face. "Good job, Alvers," he muttered to himself before getting up and crossing to the bathroom. A little cold water on his face did wonders toward making him feel more alert and focusing on things. Like how to behave when Kitty came back. Of course she had taken his shirt so he was going to have to remain shirtless. But pants. He could find his pants, right.
Hopefully. Maybe. Coming out of the bathroom in nothing other than socks and briefs, Lance started looking for his pants. He was bent over despite the pounding in his head when she came back into the room. "Thanks," he said, straightening up and accepting the cup. "So. Do you remember where my pants are?"