After arguing or rather debating, the two walked to their room with a little tipsy Amy in tow and it seems that her drunkenness exaggerated things from her point of view. The bed seemed huge and seemed more romantic, she stopped at the door and grinned, Jeff noticed her action and stopped too, looking at her silently, wondering why she had stopped and why she was grinning.
"Jeff, we are going to share a bed," she squeaked.
An amused look crossed Jeff's face and he took short steps to where she was, he could see the hazy look in her eyes and he knew she was drunk even if it was a little bit. Maybe he hadn't been good to give her wine knowing that they were going to share a bed. "Are you worried about it, I could use the coach."
