Liz's vest follows swiftly, hitting the ground with a heavy clunk (clearly, she forgot about the ammunition and amulets in a couple of the pockets, but it's fine -- that stuff will survive), and she leans up and kisses Red again.

"I'd rather," she murmurs between kisses, "not get billed for that."

Her hands slide down his chest and torso to his belt, and start unbuckling it.

Jackets off first; guns second.