So... Maybe she and July had gotten a tiny little bit distracted once she'd actually made to the bar last night.
Varyx was sitting in the big, overstuffed wingback chair in her living room, dressed in nothing but an over-sized t-shirt, drinking coffee and reading out of a well-loved, dog-eared book while waiting for him to wake up. She wondered idly if he'd want to stay for breakfast, and briefly considered making eggs, but decided against it. That would be a little presumptuous. Some people got weird about the morning after. Some people thought breakfast was somehow "code" for certain expectations. She didn't expect July to be the kind of person who bought into that sort of thing, but she also knew she wasn't necessarily the easiest person to unravel, and didn't want him thinking it carried any kind of implication for her, either.
Sometimes, sex was just too complicated. Best just to keep things simple. There was enough coffee in the pot for at least another cup, and she could offer breakfast whenever he woke up.
And if he said no? Well, she supposed their conversation would have to be quick. Because there had actually been something she'd intended to talk to him about last night. but it wasn't exactly urgent, or anything. It could wait until he woke.