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6/23/2016 3:11:52 PM
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"Interesting enough, I suppose... Made it sound like I'm some old guy though, while I'm actually, surprise surprise, twenty-seven... Anyway, what your story, [i]babe[/i]?"
The man says with a grin.
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"Goodness... you have a hard time with Alcohol, don't you?" The Hotdogs, however, unlike his aim, were perfect. Taste, texture, everything.
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"Alcohol and an empty stomach don't mix well - and hit diggity damn, you are an absolutely amazing cook! These things... Oh my. Speechless."
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"Thank you! I've always been a good cook. At least, it's what others told me."
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"Good is an understatement and an insult! Because this stuff is at least half as good as you." He said with a shy grin.
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She giggles. "You and your compliments... you make me feel all fuzzy."
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"Do I make you feel all hot and fuzzy inside? Oh my, I'm flattered.. Oh yeah, alcohol is definitely kicking in alright." He chuckles.
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She eats up her second hot dog with a smile.
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He does the same, eating the hotdog with a bright smile, and with twinkling eyes.
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After finishing her food and her drink, she smiles at him. "I'm full... this was really fun, you know!"
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He finishes as well, and happily returns the smile. "This was a great day, and it still isn't over yet!.. At least, I don't think it is... What's the time? No matter! I had fun. Lots of fun."
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"It's getting a bit late, and I'm getting a bit tired..." She yawns.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:44:38 PM"Spare bed anywhere? Or... I did see two couches. Ah, yes.. Better than my mech, though my mech still is pretty comfortable.." The man yawns, covering his mouth with a hand.
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"There's a spare bed in my room. You can sleep there."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:50:25 PM"Your room? Haven't been there.. Unless I somehow missed two beds in the other room." He chuckles.
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"I'll show you the place, don't worry." She smiles, standing up and stretching.
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"Thanks, dear." He yawns again, his hand covering his mouth still. Then he gets up with a groan, and stretches as well, his bones making a couple of rather loud pops and cracks.
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[spoiler]ew.[/spoiler] She took him to the bedroom, where there was two beds.
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[spoiler]What are you on about? Cracking and popping my bones feels great. [/spoiler] "So, dearest, which bed is yours and which one is mine to sleep on?" He yawns... Again, and stretches some more, making his muscles bulge. Because that's how it works? I dunno. Blame the alcohol.
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"I sleep on the left, you sleep on the right. If it's alright with you, I'm going to sleep right now."
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"Me too.. I'm tired.." He throws his shirt onto the bed, and fiddles with his shorts, letting it drop to his feet. He then kicks it onto the bed, and slips into said bed.
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"Yeah... sleep well, Lucas..." Mir'ika slips into her bed.
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"Sleep well, Miri..." And with that, Luke passes out with a very soft snore.
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[spoiler]end, I assume?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Unless you wanna do anything like REDNECK DAD WITH A SHOTGUN OUTTA NOWHERE. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]for the last time, no.[/spoiler]
