originally posted in:The New Dojo
The bartender slid her another beer
"Yer naugh goin' ta be walkin home on yer own, are ya?"
"Oh shush, Finn. If she could beat you at darts I'm sure she can walk home."
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"I can walk just fiiine." She once again finishes the drink in record time and slams the glass back down. "Y'know, I feel so good right now."
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Finn laughed, paying the bartender. "Tha's cause yer drunk. I think Tha's enough fer one night. Yer goin ta 'ave ine 'ell of a hangover on the morrow."