Prompt: Writer's choice

Prompt: Writer's choice

"You're drunk," Lindsay said, drawing out the last word.

"You're drunk," Danny argued, "You drank lots of beer and tequila."

"You drank more," she said, then giggled, "You're a loosh."

Danny's forehead crinkles, "A what? A lush."

"Yes," she said, pointing sharply at him, "that's you."

"No, you," he said, before he ran his hands down her body, "See….lush."

She giggled loudly again then launched herself at him, trying to wrap her legs around his waist. Unfortunately, he wasn't expecting it and both of them ended up in a heap on the floor.

Lindsay continued to laugh as Danny groaned, "That hurt."

The laughter stopped and both were silent until Lindsay said, "We aren't on the bed."

"No, we're on the floor."

"Can you get us to the bed please?"

"Why? This is a wonderful place to sleep."

"But I want to sleep on the bed….if you carry me there I'll let you do dirty things to me."

Danny groaned but forced himself up on his feet before leaning down and half carrying/half dragging her to the bed.

"Okay, you're on the bed…do something naughty."

Lindsay grunted as she climbed on top of him and struggled with his fly, "This thing's annoying me."

"Hey, hey," he said, "Watch what you're doing there?"

"Got it," she said as she pulled it down, yanking the jeans off his hips, "Dirty time."

"Wait, wait," he said, forcing forward the last working brain cell, "We need the thing."

"I've got the thing," she said, grabbing him and making him yelp.

"Is there a reason you're trying to unman me?"

"Sorry baby, I would never want to hurt your thing."

"That's nice to hear, but I we still need a condom."

Lindsay sighed and collapsed next to him, "They're all the way over in the drawer. That's too far."

Danny groaned, but didn't have the energy to get it either, "Okay. Could you pull my pants up?"

Lindsay groaned, but reached down and yanked his boxers back over him, "Go to sleep, now."

"Okay, can we be dirty in the morning?"

"Right after we throw up."