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6/23/2016 7:25:29 PM
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"It wouldn't be the whole bottle though because you had two glasses... And if that doesn't count, how much should I [i]not[/i] drink?"
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"If you split the bottle between you and me, we should be fine." She smiles. With the hotdogs finished, she prepares them, two for each of them, and places them on the table.
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[spoiler]How big is this bottle even? [/spoiler] "I'll share; I'm not that selfish." Lucas smiles, and swiftly makes his way back inside the warehouse, swiftly returning to the stairs with a jog, and quite literally running up them. Once upstairs, he swiftly grabs the bottle, and quickly making his way down the stairs, more or less skipping a step every... step he takes. [spoiler]I'm still expecting redneck shotgun dad outta nowhere. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]nah. He's out into town.[/spoiler] She lets him put whatever toppings he wants on his hotdogs, and she grabs her glass of Ale. "Well then, let's eat up, shall we?"
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For convenience, and to prevent awkwardness, he took his glass with him - and it was filled with Ale. He had his hotdogs without any toppings, because... alcohol. "Let's eat! And toast, to... the beginning of out dating!" He chuckles, and raises his glass for a taste.
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She raises her glass to meet his. "To dating. And to my future boyfriend!" She giggles.
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"To my future girlfriend!" He chuckles, setting the glass again his lips again, and downing the Ale in a single go. Then he sets the glass down, and smiles at Miri.
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She does the same, downing her drink and smiling at him. She grabs her first hotdog and eats it.
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He wobbles a little, the alcohol really kicking in now. He takes one of the hotdogs, and moves it to his mouth, missing it, and poking his cheek with it. "Wha? Oh..." He giggles and successfully eats it.
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"Goodness... you have a hard time with Alcohol, don't you?" The Hotdogs, however, unlike his aim, were perfect. Taste, texture, everything.
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"Alcohol and an empty stomach don't mix well - and hit diggity damn, you are an absolutely amazing cook! These things... Oh my. Speechless."
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"Thank you! I've always been a good cook. At least, it's what others told me."
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"Good is an understatement and an insult! Because this stuff is at least half as good as you." He said with a shy grin.
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She giggles. "You and your compliments... you make me feel all fuzzy."
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"Do I make you feel all hot and fuzzy inside? Oh my, I'm flattered.. Oh yeah, alcohol is definitely kicking in alright." He chuckles.
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She eats up her second hot dog with a smile.
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He does the same, eating the hotdog with a bright smile, and with twinkling eyes.
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After finishing her food and her drink, she smiles at him. "I'm full... this was really fun, you know!"
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He finishes as well, and happily returns the smile. "This was a great day, and it still isn't over yet!.. At least, I don't think it is... What's the time? No matter! I had fun. Lots of fun."
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"It's getting a bit late, and I'm getting a bit tired..." She yawns.
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:44:38 PM"Spare bed anywhere? Or... I did see two couches. Ah, yes.. Better than my mech, though my mech still is pretty comfortable.." The man yawns, covering his mouth with a hand.
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"There's a spare bed in my room. You can sleep there."
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Edited by CPU Purple-Heart: 6/23/2016 8:50:25 PM"Your room? Haven't been there.. Unless I somehow missed two beds in the other room." He chuckles.
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"I'll show you the place, don't worry." She smiles, standing up and stretching.
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"Thanks, dear." He yawns again, his hand covering his mouth still. Then he gets up with a groan, and stretches as well, his bones making a couple of rather loud pops and cracks.
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[spoiler]ew.[/spoiler] She took him to the bedroom, where there was two beds.
