Lance was half asleep on the couch when she came in, watching wrestling and nursing a beer. The latter in an attempt to kill the splitting headache he'd had all day, the former because...well, it was wrestling. Didn't really need an explanation to watch two guys beat the hell out of each other.
"Hey," he mumbled, glancing over at her. "Don't turn on any lights, okay? I have a bitch of a migraine."