[ She's going to lose it in a second, all sense of restraining herself. She's unsteady in her pool of murk and muck, ready to break out of the haze of drink she's put herself in and really really feel everything. ]

So, uh-- [ Her breath on his opposite cheek, looking down her nose into his face. ] I think that's... plenty of tidbits, right? Super important. Super relevant. That's all the clothes, right?