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Post by Daz on Jul 17, 2008 19:36:13 GMT
I grin as I watch him go, grinning.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 17, 2008 19:37:06 GMT
I return some later and hand over a glass with something crazily green in it. "There ya go." I grin at her.
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Post by Daz on Jul 17, 2008 19:49:12 GMT
"Cooool." I stare into it, before dipping in my finger to taste it  |
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Post by Jacky on Jul 18, 2008 13:34:14 GMT
My own glass has something darkish in it, like Coca Cola, but with the smell of straight vodka to it. I drink some of it to test whether it'll kill me, but it doesn't seem to.
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Post by Daz on Jul 18, 2008 13:39:55 GMT
"I wanna dance after I drink this."
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Post by Jacky on Jul 18, 2008 13:52:21 GMT
I laugh, "If you're not totally drunk by the time you finish that.."
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Post by Daz on Jul 18, 2008 15:24:55 GMT
"HEY!.. I'm not that much of a light weight!" I argue
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Post by Jacky on Jul 19, 2008 9:02:30 GMT
"Don't bullshit, you're like a feather. Smelling alcohol could knock you down." I tease.
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Post by Daz on Jul 19, 2008 9:05:52 GMT
I take a gulp of my drink, trying to proove a point.
Which dosn't really work.
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Post by Jacky on Jul 19, 2008 9:08:15 GMT
I laugh and finish my own drink already, putting the glass away before I poke her. "Slow." I tell her.
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