Fox/Astrid Around 10:15th
There was logic there. Somewhere. Fox was sure of it. He just couldn't find it. "Um...ok?" He had the feeling he should be mildly insulted, but she was drunk and probably wouldn't even remember this conversation. Stooping down a bit, Fox kissed the top of her head and hugged her back quickly. "Well, how could I be mad that a gorgeous blond bombshell thought be worthy enough to be a lover?" His tone was teasing, and he even managed to dig up a reasonable smile considering his mood.