Slip Sliding Away

Fiona doesn't know how to do anything half way, and that's why she's carrying a quart of grapeseed oil in one hand, and a magnum of Cristal cradled in the other. Which leaves her no hands to either open the door or to fend off Ramon's hands. She's laughing though, so clearly she doesn't mind much.

"Okay okay okay, which way am I going? Your room or mine?" Nine times out of ten he picks her room, but she never knows when he might change his mind.