When she finally has to breathe, he's looking at her like he does (mouth slightly open, stupid half-smirk twisting his lips on one side, eyebrow cocked).

"You good?" His voice is horse. Like maybe he wanted to split the water bottle or something. Oh well. His fault, really.

"Yep. Yeah. Good. Great. Just, you know, watching the game." Her hand gestures towards the ice and good God, could she please just stop with the words already. She's now demonstrated fully that her brain functions seriously decline when his lips are involved. Great.

"Okay." Like he doesn't believe her but is going to play along anyway. He sits down, sets the thing of onion rings in between them on the armrest, and she thinks it's a good thing there's an oily and battered barrier between them now. Something else to stop her from kissing him again, since clearly common sense has deserted her.

It's just...he's a good kisser is all and now she can't help but think about it. She fiddles with the water bottle. Upside down, right side up, upside down, right side up. Notices the water turn to bubbles in the plastic. Before she can turn it again, Sam snatches it away. She gapes at him. Like he stole her toy or something.

"What? You weren't drinking it." He uncaps the bottle and drains the rest in one gulp. Yeah, definitely rude.

But now there's a little water trailing down the corner of his mouth and, yeah, she's basically done for.