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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 15:53:31 GMT -5
Zippy Pulled his face down to meet hers, kissing him passionately.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 15:56:28 GMT -5
He kissed her back desperately, his arms wrapping tightly around her. His head was foggy with whiskey and her, and he kissed her like his life depended on it.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 16:01:31 GMT -5
Zippy got lost in the kiss, missing his mouth on hers way more than she realized. So lost, that she nearly forgot what she had attended to do all along. She reached for his flask, grabbing it forcefully, and untangled herself from him. Without hesitating she immediately poured the contents out.
"You're drunk, David?! really?!" she scolded him, shaking her head.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 16:05:48 GMT -5
"Hey! That was mine!" He pouted. "I was gonna drink the rest of it." He huffed, looking sadly at the whiskey puddle on the ground.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 16:13:26 GMT -5
Zippy stared at him, fighting the urge to laugh. It was kinda ridiculous that he showed up at her place drunk after a fight. They needed to talk about that.
"You've had enough." she slipped the empty flask into her bag, figuring she'd give it back to him later. He must had been hurting pretty badly if he was drinking this heavily on his own. "do your parents know where you are?" was she going to have to walk him
Back? She imagined knocking on the window and offering Sarah a very drunk David. While it was an amusing thought it was also a very disturbing one.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 16:16:13 GMT -5
"I left them a note. I told them I was gonna get you back and not to wait up for me. I'm cold, can we go inside?" He wrapped his arms around her again, hugging her for warmth.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 16:49:34 GMT -5
Zippy chuckled, imagining what that note must have looked like. She hugged him back, snuggling her face into him. "how much did you drink?"
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 16:50:55 GMT -5
He had to think about it. "Um...I had two flask-fulls at home. And then you poured out the rest of my third."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 16:59:32 GMT -5
Jeez! No wonder he was so wobbly. Zippy took his hand and led him downstairs. It was a shame that they couldn't really talk about things when he was like this. "did you tell your parents about Dartmouth?" she asked, glancing at the attic door. Shoot, it was occupied.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 17:05:03 GMT -5
"Yup. Told 'em I wasn't gonna go." He held onto her, stumbling a little. "The parlor's empty, I checked."
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 17:13:17 GMT -5
"you what?!" zippy stared at David in shock. "why would you do that!" she groaned, shaking her head. She couldn't believe him. She wished she could talk to him soberly, although considering how that turned out the other night, she wasn't too keen to that idea either.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 17:18:12 GMT -5
"I don't wanna go. I wanna stay in New York. I wanna stay with you." He pouted at her.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 17:22:13 GMT -5
Zippy finally got him downstairs and plopped him on the couch. "who did you say no to? Just your parents or the university?" she stood in front of him, praying he didn't already blow it.
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Post by David on Dec 4, 2011 17:24:11 GMT -5
"Both of 'em. I wanna graduate like normal, not early." He settled back against the couch, letting out a sigh.
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Post by Zippy on Dec 4, 2011 17:32:13 GMT -5
Zippy frowned. She guessed that that made sense. Maybe she had let their fight get way out of hand. She probably should have just heard him out. "I'm sorry David, I didn't realize..." she took a seat next to him on the couch, feeling guilty.
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