When Sam opened the door she found Lyle leaning heavily against the doorframe, reeking of alcohol. A sight she had come used to lately.
“Hey West,” he grinned lazily and Sam thought it was quite an achievement that he could stop his words from slurring.
“You’re drunk again,” she said without a hint of reproach.
“Well observed.”
Lyle pushed
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Yay for the 100th pairing!
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Fantastic.
Congratulations!!
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That was remarkably believable.
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And that was great, great fic. And followed wonderful from that, uhm, sentence. xP
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