"Isn't that late for farmer types? Shouldn't you be up with the cocks..."

No, wait, bad phrasing. That was just making her think of that thing she shouldn't be thinking of. And now it was time to get up and get an actual drink of actual alcohol-- except pushing up from the chair and trying not to think of super vibrating rumble dicks apparently distracted her enough that she pushed up... and then kept going. "Oh... for fuck's sake."