"All right, all right."

She swallows back the sarcasm dancing on the tip of her tongue, already halfway through buttoning up her blouse by the time he's finished grumbling.

"Jus' a minute."

She gets everything tucked in and smoothed into place, and unlocks her door. Her eyes dart from his face to the whiskey in his hand, and then to the hallway to make sure no one's loitering about.

"C'mon in, then."