It's working...

Beth woke from her lucid dreams of aggressive sex to blink at the clock on the bedside table, until it came into focus, showing 11:31 PM. She'd been asleep for about 3 hours, and her head was still a little off-kilter. She slipped out of the room to use the bathroom, splashing water on her face after using the toilet.
When she tottered back into the hallway, raised voices reached her ears from below.
"...man! I wouldn't do that!" Kyle's voice. Not quite angry... he seemed almost offended.
"You've never really gotten over it. Maybe you want to get some payback?" Brian, angry. Angry and drunk. What the...?
"You need to drop that shit man. I told you... water under the bridge." Kyle didn't sound so honest on that one.
"Just... just know that I don't care that I owe you big time. If I find out that you.... and her..."
"Jesus Christ, man! You need to sober up. You're acting paranoid."
Fuck. Beth leaned against the wall, putting a hand to her head. My little needles DID have an effect. Shit.
"Whatever, man. Just forget about it." The clank of a beer bottle into the trash was loud in the sudden quiet. "I'm going to bed. Welcome home."
Beth quickly scampered back to bed. Her panties were wet. Why were her panties wet?
Brian stumbled into the room a few minutes later. He sat hard on his side of the bed, and gave out a subdued burp.
"Everything alright? I heard shouting." Beth asked quietly, testing the waters.
"What? Everything's fine."
"I hope so...." she tried a little test balloon. "I would be sad if Kyle had to look for other accommodations." She put a little hint of tease in that, and she wasn't disappointed when Brian responded with anger.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He was fully on the bed now, but she wouldn't turn over to look at him, hiding her mischievous smile.
"It means he's nice, and I'd hate for you to push him away. He should be welcome in our home, don't you think?"
There was moment of frustrated silence, and then Brian flared up. "I don't know what your game is tonight, Beth, but you should cut it out. It's not funny."
"What? I'm not doing anything..."
"You're being a bitch!" Oooh. He is angry!
"If I was being a bitch, I would tell you that Kyle can lift me over his shoulder without breaking a sweat, and he probably has a big cock!" she retorted.
"And how the fuck would you know about that?!"
"I don't!" she rolled over to look at Brian. His face was red with jealousy and anger and ****. "I can just tell. It's the way he carries himself." She could see that her words were twisting him up. Normally, she would feel guilty about hurting his feelings like this, but they were both swimming in booze, and she was venting her frustrations now.
"Why are you talking like this? Do you want to start shit?"
"Maybe I was just thinking how nice it would be to get more than a thirty second fuck once a week, Brian!"
"So because I'm working my ass off for our future, you'd...you'd...." he didn't want to say the words. Maybe he couldn't.
"Does that idea make you angry, baby? Or does it turn you on? Maybe it would turn you on.... If I...."
Beth got no chance to finish that line of thought. In an instant, Brian was on her. Yes.