How many times have they ended up in this position? Richie’s has a hand in her hair, the other rubbing nonsensical shapes on her back. Neither of them are wearing much clothes anymore, all in a heap on the floor.

He doesn’t feel very drunk anymore, more floaty than inebriated now. He’ll probably still end up hungover tomorrow, but it won’t be awful. Her hair brushes against his chin and Richie huffs.

“We should do this sober,” he says.