she sat next to him, her latex outfit hugging her curves and exposing her body rather nicely to the eye.
She removed the cork of the bottle, from which a subtle mist begun spreading. She grabbed two glasses, pouring it in both. She gave one to him.
"Bottoms up, sexy boy..."
She smirks.
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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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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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[spoiler]What are you on about? Cracking and popping my bones feels great. [/spoiler] "So, dearest, which bed is yours and which one is mine to sleep on?" He yawns... Again, and stretches some more, making his muscles bulge. Because that's how it works? I dunno. Blame the alcohol.