Watching to make sure Kenzi doesn't upend herself in the snow, Rumlow scoots over slightly to give her some more room on the sidewalk. They're only about a block away from home now and Rumlow's eager to get inside. The jacket's warm, but his hands are cold. No gloves. He really just wants to be front of the stove where hopefully he doesn't end up having another Alzheimer's moment.

Kenzi's sudden question breaks Rumlow from his thoughts and he blinks over at her before barking out a laugh.

"What? Jesus. I mean." He tries to remember. Nope. Nothing. That fucking sucks. "No, I don't. I'm gonna guess it's a combination of the booze we drank that night on top of our mega-amnesia causing that because there's no way I'd willingly forget those."

Kenzi might not be stacked, but that's never stopped him. Boobs are boobs. He's sure hers fit nicely in his hands. And yep, there goes the brain. Amnesia apparently has no effect on the imagination. Sorry for the slightly glazed over look in his eyes, Kenzi.