Muddy door

Looking down at him, she rested her hands on his shoulders, and applied her weight. Her front side briefly touched his, but quickly she stepped away and into the side of the horse with a light touch. Clearing her throat, her cheeks already pleasantly rosy from the alcohol, she thanked it. The heat that his touch applied to her would go unnoticed.

Looking at her muddy sign, she then smiled in delight. "We made it; without any accidents." Knocking on the door she nudged it open and peeked in. "Hello?" Her voice was accompanied with a giggle.