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[notpapa]

[You ever have one of those days, or even weeks? You know the type- everything that could go wrong, does. Maybe your Valentine's day sucked. Maybe you got yourself killed, or burned your food and ate rainbow cake instead out of desperation

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[latenightmoon]

[A hand catches the bottle and sets it back up on the counter. Allison comes into view from the other side of the counter.]

Want me to start pouring since you don't look like you can? [Won't ask what his issue is for now.]

[notpapa]

[Give him a moment to process what she actually said, before he nods.]

Shure.

[latenightmoon]

[She'll pour him that shot of brandy and slide it down to him.] I wouldn't suggest eating till you're sober. However many days down the road that is unless it is greasy pizza.

[notpapa]

Y'got no faith in me. [He downs the shot.] That, 'r my stomach.

[latenightmoon]

No, I just know what happens when someone as drunk as you eats. That's science not faith.

[notpapa]

'M not that drunk. [Grumble mumble.]

[latenightmoon]

You're not? [This is a bad thing to tell her dude.] Do you want to be?

[notpapa]

[Instinctive denial mechanism :|b] Sure. S'pose I'll get there soon enough.

[latenightmoon]

Then it is time to introduce you to the wide world of mixed drinks. [The way she grins, it is not good for you. Don't go this way.]

[notpapa]

[He is far too drunk to know any better at this point.] Issat so? Like what?