By the time they call it a night, she's also lost count of how many hands of Texas hold 'em have slipped through their fingers, wallets, and wardrobes.
Kate's laughing as they stagger-stumble upstairs in a tangle of arms and torsos and underwear.
(At this point, she's fairly certain Bill and Beckett are mostly carrying her between them.)
They clear the stairs and her ankle rolls -- how, she's not quite sure -- but she's taking Beckett and Bill with her with a warm tumble, the ceiling's spinning, and she can't stop laughing.
"God, guys, I'm sorry -- sorry -- "
Her fingers brush Bill's stomach, and her free hand grazes Beckett's ribs as she twists to peer at them.