“I want to play,” Hailey announced in that way that only drunk people would announce such a thing.
“What would you like to play?” Billy inquired back with a smirk. He knew her condition meant she would be open to anything. She loved rough play when drinking, and the more drunk she got, the rougher it could be.
“Whatever you want to play…” she said, poking Billy in the middle of his chest with an outstretched index finger. “But you know my preferences,” she continued, tracing her finger down his body.
Billy looked at her through squinted eyes, and a tilted head. She smiled, and laughed a little, and playfully asked, “What? What’s gong through your mind?”
“You might not want to know,” he responded dryly, “but you’re about to find out.”