He allowed her to tug him along because there was really nothing in his mind asking him to put a stop to this. It took a lot for Vinny to get drunk, inebriated, pissed, but his teammates had made sure that he would be with all the good-luck shots they were sending his way, and all the cheers. It was amazing he'd made it this far into the night without having spilled his drink all over himself, and Vinny was just glad that he hadn't covered Gleny in the drink.
The men's loo! He knew where that was...he thought. Maybe he didn't, because there were a few instances where he made to turn right but Gleny pulled him left. He supposed he should follow her, as he was the one in the disastrous situation. He could not be seen in such a state; Vinny could definitely play off drunk as extremely happy, but not with a big stain on the front of his suit!
The bright lights of the bathroom made him squint, and he was positioned against the sink as Gleny went to work. His jacket was thrown to the side, his shirt pulled open and he was commanded into holding out the shirt so that she could get a good angle. It was hard to stay still, though, as her fingers tickled.
"You're tickling me," he said in a hushed tone, leaning forward and lightly butting his head with Gleny's.
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