Jill’s laid up in the living room.

Head lolled over the back of the couch, boots kicked up on the coffee table, cold bottle of beer resting between those toned thighs. Condensation drips onto her fingers; down between her knuckles, and all the way to her elbow. Not bothering to wipe it off.

If your dad hadn’t promised something to eat, she probably would’ve fell asleep.

“mm..what’s this?” Jill’s groans, cracking an eye open once a certain weight settles in her lap. Warm hands sliding up her chest to rest on broad shoulders, her own hand coming to rest on your hip in return.

“You do know your father is just in the other room, yeah?” she inquires smoothly, picking up her alcohol and taking a long swig of it.

“Could get us in a lot of trouble if he finds us like this, princess.”