"Your what?" Her nose wrinkled and she gave him a semi-perplexed look from the kitchen. Then thought about it. "Oh. Enh, I guess that's a thing some people might like."

Another long guzzle, followed by a whoop as Jessica fell flat on her ass, spilling alcohol on... yes. Her jeans. "Goddammit!" She only had two pairs, Clark. This was bullshit. Now she was going to smell like a drunk all day. Great.

Getting up, she brushed at the wet stains, scowling. "Sure they do. I'm sure sexual torture's in there somewhere."