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[nothingtomiss]

"Come on," he says, one arm wrapped around her to keep her standing. "We're going home. My home, not yours. And we're going to bed. Because we need to sleep this off."

And we're not going to think him about for a while.

If he concentrates, if he concentrates really fucking hard, he can be cold about this. He can be ice. Or he can tell

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[number_unlucky]

Tequila. Lots of tequila. I rocked back and forth a little on the balls of my feet, weaving a lot. "Kay," I said, blinking a few times to try and get a clear vision of things so I could walk. "You sure?"

It came out something like 'shure.'

[nothingtomiss]

She doesn't way an awful lot and Brad keeps his arm around her, supporting her and altering his stride to match hers. He's nearly as drunk as she is but the first thing a Marine learns is how to manage themselves under the influence.

"Absolutely," he says, nodding.

[number_unlucky]

"Terry," I said, and leaned up against him. The world was moving way too fucking fast under our feet, and it was nauseating. "She's not...gonna be mad about me? Cause I'm a little...drunk."