“Well…” I drank back what wine was left in my glass, “you’re smashed.”
“Good point, but think about it,” Susan slumped a little in her chair, “can you call me a taxi?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” it took a while for the invitation to sink in.
“Afraid I’ll ravish you in the night?” she broke into a fit of giggles, “I promise to keep my hands to myself, honest.”