13 Griffin Way, Saturday evening

[whatever_sucks]

Squall sat and stared at the bottle of... he couldn't read the label anymore. He could barely taste it. It burned going down, and that was all that was important

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[tinkerbitch]

Tink hadn't been expecting anyone, either. She hadn't! Really! She didn't want to see anyone, all right? She was completely and totally thrilled that she didn't have anyone coming to see her and could he pass the bottle, please, because hers was empty.

[whatever_sucks]

"Hmm?" Squall asked. He couldn't make out what she was trying to say. But her bottle was empty. Empty bottle. That's a shame. Empty. Shame.

He grabbed an unopened bottle from the box next to him and dropped it on her.

[tinkerbitch]

Tink didn't even lecture for that. Bottle. Bottle was good.

Did he ever think that everything sucked? A lot?

[whatever_sucks]

Squall raised an eyebrow and harrumphed. Had she met him?