[i]Lucas cuddled back with Chloanne, his own arms gently wrapped around her. His hazel brown eyes were currently closed gently, a deep and very much satisfied sigh coming from the communist. His breath smelt of vodka, and his body had an odor of sweat and.. other things. I'm trying to be realistic, okay? [/i] "And you were the best part," [i]Was his response, his own words slightly slurred as well - though he did know how to hold his booze. [/i]