"You're going to need that jello." Karen said as she looked up lazily from her place in the warm tub. Usually the heat of the water didn't make much of a difference on her skin. The texture of it was unusual, almost silky. But she could fill the tub with straight hot or cold water and it wouldn't bother her either way. But today the warmth felt good. It felt like she needed it. Which is why she hadn't yet left the tub.
"I was shot by a crazy woman with an exploding gun. Twice."
It was taking quite a bit of effort to restrain herself from just jumping on George and draining her dry. She felt feral. Animalistic. She could hear and smell George's blood. She could see the pulse. It was driving her mad.
"I think it might be for the best if we wait for the alcohol until a little later. Go wait in the bedroom while I get dry." She didn't even have it in her to be snarky.