Once her hair is back in tact and she looks decent enough for public view, Angela reaches down for the wrapper and the glass, tucking the wrapper into one of Jimmy's pants pockets. No need to leave any clues behind, right? Angela knows that one thing.

"Hold on," she says, running her thumb across his lower lip, wiping off traces of her lipstick. There. Job done. "I have to go be social now before people start guessing correctly what I went off to do."

No complaints here, though, just a cocky smile to rival his.