"You have no idea, but I make do with what I can," he commiserated with a deep sigh and shook his head. The odds of him getting punched were high but if she could hit, she was getting better.
"A reverse haunting, it's new and he'll regret it. I'd be very jealous." She leaned away from and shooed him off to help with mutual friend, smiling and playing around. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and winked at her. "I'll hold you to that, Cherie. One second, and don't get too far ahead of me with dat bottle." Freed, he wandered the hallway to find a gurney, and bring it back to her room. After that, it was just a game of trying to lift 180-odd sack of dead weight without dropping him. Because that would awkward and really embarrassing with a girl you're trying to impress laying not six feet away. "Okay Petite, what do I stick where?" On second thought, he stole a swig from the bottle before playing doctor.