Robin plopped down on the couch, in the seat nearest the fire. "Pass it here. I sure as hell need a drink." The couches were in a bit of a V shape, further apart nearest the fireplace, and only an arm span apart at the opposite end.
Within a few seconds we were all gathered in the sitting area, tired and ready for a break, listening to the storm continue outside, and maneuvering for a place to sit. I ended up next to Robin, with Sheri by my side. On the other couch Jack was opposite Robin, Dan opposite Sheri, and Jill was firmly ensconced in the middle. I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed.
Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila
