"Don't you get drunk on me ." Smed smirked. Megan only gave him a giggle. She just might be on her way. The Sangria wasn't that strong, was it? It was just sweet. Like this happy punch. She sloshed a little out of her glass when she plopped next to him on the bed.
"Shit." She held under her breath. A few drops hit the floral duvet. It was rather femine room.
"See, I told you." He took the glass from her. "Don't want you to out stay your welcome, here." Of course, he took a sip then.
"You know, I've never seen you drunk yet." She tried to hold in a laugh, but it slipped.
Smed couldn't help but smile. He shook his head. He went to put the glass of sangria away.
"Please, tell me you don't want me to get drunk and you don't plan on keeping me up all night." He laid back on his pillow and put his arms behind his head and watched her.
"The test was really that bad." She winced then as she turned to him.
"Kind of." He did sound tired. "Its like I don't know where to start. You know, how are we going to find a place? Really? And we did leave our jobs. Not exactly what your employer wants to hear when you apply somewhere."
"Baby," Megan said, then blinked that she said the word baby, as she made circles with her finger tip on his T-shirt. "You have to take a leap of faith. It'll be all good. Don't you worry about it." She was going to kiss him, but instead she just put her head on his chest. She was a little more sleepy than possibly sexy. She yawned then. It was time to cut the light and go to sleep.