Carth got up and saw the nearly-bowlegged copycat as he stepped, sleepy from fuckdrunkenness toward the bathroom in Beretta's wake. He smiled at the girl and lazily beckoned with one hand. "Mmm, the more hands the better," he mused as he reached the threshold to the bathroom the two shared.<br/>His heavy footfalls echoed in the tiny bathroom as he made his way to the shower, nearly colliding with Beretta as he did so, but smiling just the same.