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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 11:09:58 GMT -5
"Hey, anytime," he replied, smiling up at her. "Like, say, tomorrow night?"
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 11:18:12 GMT -5
She smirked, moving away from him to sit on the edge of the tub, facing him. "Mike, you're drunk."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 11:20:09 GMT -5
He nodded slowly, his brow furrowed as if he were deep in thought.
"This is true... But I won't be tomorrow night."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 11:24:08 GMT -5
She nodded. "You're right. And tomorrow you won't even remember this conversion." Or still want me...
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 11:33:25 GMT -5
Michael shook his head furiously, causing him to get a bit dizzy. "No, no, I will remember!" he said, reaching out for her hand and clasping it desperately in his. "Just...write down your number. And your name, just to be safe. But I will remember. And I'll call you."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 11:36:33 GMT -5
Maggie eyed him, then sighed. "Walk me home." She stood up, looking at him. "You should probably stop drinking tonight, anyway."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 11:39:31 GMT -5
He knew she was right, even through the fog all those spiked beers had created. He stood up, wobbling a little, holding his head.
"Lead the way, m'lady."
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 12:42:15 GMT -5
She snickered a little, shaking her head. She led him through the house, grabbing her purse. Once they were outside in the fresh air she took a deep breath. "Well, that's better."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 12:49:26 GMT -5
He clumsily wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her to his side. "Yeah, that's better," he mumbled, walking in a very zig-zagged line.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 12:53:39 GMT -5
Maggie smirked, sliding an arm around his waist to keep him steady. "Maybe I should be the one walking you home."
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 12:58:09 GMT -5
"Or maaaaaaaybe we're going to the same place," he replied, waggling his eyebrows as he looked down at her.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:03:36 GMT -5
She laughed, rolling her eyes. "You're ridiculous. Cute. But ridiculous." She led him to her dorm, because it was close and she didn't trust him to give her coherent directions. "My roommates are still at that stupid party." She let him in, headed towards her bedroom.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:06:19 GMT -5
"So, we've got the place all to ourselves...?" He had a completely innocent look on his face. It was one of his drunk qualities; he had a crazy ability to look like a lost puppy.
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Post by Script on Oct 24, 2011 13:08:40 GMT -5
She closed her bedroom door out of habit more than anything else, then grabbed a water bottle from her mini-fridge. "Drink this. You'll thank me later." She didn't bother responding to his question.
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Post by Skittery on Oct 24, 2011 13:13:22 GMT -5
Michael did as she told him, uncapping the bottle and gulping half of it down. It was then he remembered he'd left his friends for a reason. "Where's your bathroom, Mags?"
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