"Oh, hey. Hey, Triss," Reno stumbled into the kitchen. "I gotta question for ya."
"Oh, Shiva, Reno," the rapidly sobering girl sighed from the other side of the room. "Are you even more drunk?"
"Yes," he replied. "Yes, I am."
She laughed, "Well, then. What's this question you wanted to ask me?"
"Hey, hey, heeey," he smirked at Triss and pressed her against the edge of the counter, an arm on either side of her.
"Yes?" she giggled.
"Fuck, girl," he groaned and buried his face in her neck. "You're so fuckin' sexy."
Had he been a bit more sober, he would have noticed the way her hips shifted ever so slightly against him or how her breathing increased or the way she craned her neck just a little, but he wasn't. So all he noticed was the fact that she leaned more heavily against the counter, away from him, and said,
"What was your question?"
He lifted his head off her shoulder and blinked at her, "Nevermind. It wasn' important."
"No, Reno," she stopped him, slipping her arms around his waist and pulling herself close to him. "What were you going to ask me?"
"I, uh, was gonna ask if you had anymore beer."
"Oh," her face fell. "I thought you were gonna ask me something else."
"What'd you think I was gonna ask?"
"Like you said, it's not important," she smiled and walked out of the room.
Reno blinked after her. What just happened?