"Mmmm," was all Erin replied, practically purring, settling down atop his chest as she fished out her cellphone. Fortunately for Erin, and possibly Sergei, she found him playing with the antennae exciting. It sent such lovely shivers down her skin. "But he might just call the bars if we're not careful. Better tell him to find us the best scotch, as well. And to take a cab. Oh, and he'd better find us the best hard cider, too. There's a birthday party coming up, and I'm semi-catering."
"We can take the door from my room to his place," she suggested, trailing fingers around his cheek. "You know, I don't own a swimsuit..."