It was still cold.  The beer of Dionysus was<em>always</em>cold.<br/><br/>"Love to.  Hate to get down, though.  You're comfy."  Reluctantly, Kelly disentangled herself from him and dropped to the ground, picking up the spare mug and filling it partway.  She took a careful sip.  "Wow."  A slightly larger gulp, then.  "<em>Wow</em>.  This stuff could really go to a girl's head."