Natasha nodded and pulled it on. It was kind of cold without her clothes. For a few moments she was subdued, buttoning up the jacket and surveying her discarded clothes. A feeling worried the back of her mind that she should have put her foot down and not let it go so far.
She shook it off, she’d gotten drunk so as Not to be bothered by things. “I’ll forgive you for it I guess. If you get me another shot o’ vodka that is. Can get one fer yourself if you want.”