Jane and Mina - 1:30 a.m.
Jane was either too tipsy or too unsure of Mina's inner workings to attribute her friend's rosy glow to anything other than inebriation. Still, the flushed cheeks and untroubled attitude was a good look on Mina; Jane just wished she had more of an occasion to indulge in it.
"You're the boss," Jane said with a little salute when Mina assured her that sleeping in her clothes was fine. She pulled the blanket up and tucked Mina in as best she could. Jane looked around the room and, upon spying what she was looking for, made snagged it and dragged it over.
"If you're going to boot," Jane said, placing the trashcan next to Mina's bed. "Aim for this." She put a cool hand to Mina's flushed forehead and smiled.
"You're gonna be a-okay, pretty lady," Jane reassured her. She lingered for a moment like that, hand to Mina's, before breaking away to pull out her phone to look at the time.
"I should take off," she said in a tone that coming from anyone else might have been dubbed wistful. "Thanks for keeping me company tonight. You're the best."