Please

Siv opens her eyes to a bright room, the sunlight suggests that it is past midday. She squints her eyes a bit and realizes that she is in Gary's room.

"Good morning, princess." He greets from the threshold.

"Good morning." She smiles. "What time is it?"

"Who cares?" He strides to the bed and lies next to her. He wraps her in his arms and sighs.

"I sure a hell don't." She whispers against his chest. 

'Wait, how did I even get to his room last night?'

Siv pulls away from Gary and looks at him with a questioning expression. She tries to recall the previous night, but the last thing she remembers is Sten making a toast and everyone drinking.

'Maybe I had one too many with that last shot.'

"What is it, my love?"

"Did we…? Siv asks, suggestively.

"You were a bit pushy, my dear." Gary grins.

'Pushy? Oh God.'

"What do you mean by pushy?" Siv is scared to hear the answer.