Wynonna was reluctant to pull back even further than she had (which wasn't much), but there was heat coursing through her veins now, even more after kissing him. Suddenly, she couldn't tell if that was him making her dizzy or the bottle of whiskey she'd been working on over the last hour or so.

She stays where she is, but lets the hand that had been on his cheek drop slowly down to his thigh. "Sitting will probably be safer, yes."

At least she was willing to admit it, though not sensible to know when to call it a night. When Doc gets up to finish whatever it was that he needed to finish, she taps a hand down on the bartop.

"Any chance I can get another drink while I'm waiting for my friend, barkeep?"