Send me "So..." to hear what my character would say to yours after casual sex.

To be quite honest, whenever the scarlet spit fire made a point to celebrate she did it with class. A class only seen amongst the college populace– mandatory after a large success on a dreadful, stress filled case. So it was no wonder than when her sluggish anatomy shifted on its side, only for amber optics to stare straight into the citrus colored orbs of her working partner– she fell out of bed.
“HOW MUCH DID WE DRINK LAST NIGHT?!
SERIOUSLY, HOW MUCH?!”