[voice post] --- nice legs, daisy dukes

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[Set after this ---- She's drunk. Supremely so, and she's whispering at the same volume she would shout at. Her words are more than a little slurred, and the music and shouts in the background suggest she's in a heavily packed bar.]

Mmreally really really drunk. [In a shockingly bad mock British accent--] I may... have had.... too much.... to

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[unbridledqueen]

I think I like you.

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[backgroundsnark]

Knoww yoiu do.

[unbridledqueen]

I'd stay away from that Mr. F, though, darling--he might be catching.

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[backgroundsnark]

Catchuingg??

[unbridledqueen]

He's male, dear, you don't know what diseases he's carrying.

[voice]

[backgroundsnark]

Ooooooooh. Ew.

[unbridledqueen]

My sentiments exactly.

[voice]

[backgroundsnark]

[You hear her talking to Mr 'F'. He protests but eventually she gets rid of him.]

[With a chipper tone--] Gone!