A mixture of exhaustion, wine and the heat of Scar's body against hers made time seem to slow as she settled in and finally began to truly relax after the hectic day they had all had. Her scattered thoughts still chewed lightly on her friends suggestion but she knew she was committed now. No going back on it and if she was going to be halfway honest with herself the idea was thrilling in its own. As her best friend nuzzled in close she couldn't help the small sigh that slipped from her lips as she relaxed against the edge of the counter and kept an arm slipped around the slender waist. Fingertips idly stroking Scar's side as she took another sip and glanced in the direction of the fireplace. A giant fluffy rug and pillows would be perfect, way better than the air mattress they'd all tried to cram onto one night for some silly movie the boys had wanted to watch so long ago. "That would be great, though nothing that looks like real fur please, those always seemed weird ya know?"<br/><br/>Feeling her friends body shift slightly, the pressure and weight growing as she looked over and was met by those beautiful and drowsy eyes she smiled and planted a soft kiss against the silky strands of her hair. "Us eh? Sounds like those boys are gonna be in trouble if we're having a shopping trip". Polishing off the last of the wine in her glass she went to set it down on the counter, the clink a bit harder than she intended as she fought back a completely unprovoked giggle. The counter's surface felt refreshingly cool to her touch as she steadied them both a bit more and closed her eyes. The darkness only making the world tilt ever so slightly off kilter. "oh girl, that was some strong wine you poured. How bout we leave the boys to their comic book collections or whatever they're up for and stretch out?"<br/><br/>Starting for the living room with Scar in tow if she so chose to follow, she'd pad barefoot across the cool floor a bit unsteadily. Eyes mostly on the welcoming white couch full of pillows that were just beckoning to swallow her in their softness as she flopped down on the end. Her attention mostly directed on Scar before slowly drifting towards something out of the corner of her eye that was half blurry through the glass coffee table that separated them before squeaking and whipping a throw pillow at the distorted image. The pillow's flight knocking a wooden tray from the table as they both bounced off the glass  and littered the floor. Glowering at Puck's mask clad visage she'd slowly uncoil herself from where she'd shoved back into the cushions "there's something seriously loose in your mans head girl"