Eyeing him, she wriggled her toes, poking his leg slightly. He didn't react and she poked slightly harder. "And you do that sorta stuff a lot?" She asked, almost not wanting to know the answer. Why couldn't some random, sketchy drunk person have hollered at her bedroom window? Why did it have to be her cousin?
She stretched her leg and pushed again, but the only response she got was a deep snuffly snort and she sighed. He was asleep. Pushing off the couch, she fixed the blanket, tugging it over him and levitating the coffee mugs into the sink before leaving him to his drunken dreams, a gnawing worry growing in her stomach.