[[ france ]]
[ these stakes have a high alcohol content ]
She's lost count of how much wine they've put away among the three of them.
By the time they call it a night, she's also lost count of how many hands of Texas hold 'em have slipped through their fingers, wallets, and wardrobes.
Kate's laughing as they stagger-stumble upstairs in a tangle of arms and torsos and underwear.
(At this point, she's fairly certain Bill and Beckett are mostly carrying her between them.)
They clear the stairs and her ankle rolls -- how, she's not quite sure -- but she's taking Beckett and Bill with her with a warm tumble, the ceiling's spinning, and she can't stop laughing.
"God, guys, I'm sorry -- sorry -- "
Her fingers brush Bill's stomach, and her free hand grazes Beckett's ribs as she twists to peer at them.
"Everybody okay?"
She's lost count of how much wine they've put away among the three of them.
By the time they call it a night, she's also lost count of how many hands of Texas hold 'em have slipped through their fingers, wallets, and wardrobes.
Kate's laughing as they stagger-stumble upstairs in a tangle of arms and torsos and underwear.
(At this point, she's fairly certain Bill and Beckett are mostly carrying her between them.)
They clear the stairs and her ankle rolls -- how, she's not quite sure -- but she's taking Beckett and Bill with her with a warm tumble, the ceiling's spinning, and she can't stop laughing.
"God, guys, I'm sorry -- sorry -- "
Her fingers brush Bill's stomach, and her free hand grazes Beckett's ribs as she twists to peer at them.
"Everybody okay?"