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We didn't even make it past the door.
I mean, we tried, we really did. Kept our hands off each other during the ride to Gilbert's apartment, didn't touch when we went through the downstairs foyer or up the elevator or down the hall. But then I had to wait and watch as Gil fumbled with his keys, that intense gaze of his narrowing in a
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BUT ZOMGGGGG SO HAWT
Did I mention the drunk?
Maybe we were more than a little drunk.
lol that sounds so familar..
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Would I give you puck-bunny-ness??
*G* But hehe, glad you liked it. And yeah, hockey boys and drinking, clearly they go together.
*eyes certain brothers, snickers*
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ANYWAY yes, those silly Staals. *pets them* And we all know every rookie in the league gets to drink underage. JUST KNOW IT.
Thanks for commenting, I glad you like my fic! :D I enjoy forcing people out of lurkerdom. *proud*
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Hehe I love the Staals:) and yes I am a lurker so be very proud you got me to comment :P
Anyways, looking forward to more of your stories in the future! Have fun with school :P <33
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