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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Screwed up situation indeed in this fic!
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And YAY! for the 100th pairing!
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*hugs* Thank you for this, I love it to pieces. Sam's a great favourite of mine :)
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