Pulling back from Natalie, Gretchen slipped back onto Trevor's lap, draping an arm around his neck and grinning widely. "I love tonight," she enthused, earnestly, missing the slight darkening of his expression, too caught up in the alcohol and lust coursing through her body. "Don't you love tonight?" She asked, tipping her head to the side and resting it against Trevor's chest, a part of her grateful for the relative privacy the booth afforded.