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It's 1.30 am here.

Grr... damn my need for sleep!

Night Ma'am... Sir

flushes crimson and scuttles away, soaking wet with anticipation
 
Pops in and has a seat, stretching out and glancing around. He rubs at his eyes slightly, propping his arm up on the armrest and leaning his head against it. He sips at his glass of iced tea, propping his feet up as he looks for something to read.
 
Slowly walking in, carrying a platter with several freshly grilled hamburgers and another platter with all the appropriate fixings to go with them. Find a seat at the table sits down and starts to assemble one. Hoping soon that some company will join for some pleasant conversation.
 
Skips in and turns on all the lights, cleans up the place because she has to have somewhere to expend some of this fucking energy.
 
*shuffles in and snags a big bottle of bourbon before collapsing into his recliner of choice, uncorking the bottle and taking a long pull*
 
*shuffles in and snags a big bottle of bourbon before collapsing into his recliner of choice, uncorking the bottle and taking a long pull*

*quietly sneaks up behind the recliner. Fingers slowly and carefully reaching out to grasp the bottle for a small sip*
 
watches.
Fidgets.
Watches.
Giggles.
Fidgets.

Walks over, swipes the bottle out of Mr. Petite's hands, takes a long pull for herself, shoves it back into his hands and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.


A little better.
 
You know I'm more inclined to share if you ask first, right?

*smirks and holds the bottle out to the sneaky hand*

*stops with a nervous giggle* But if I asked then its no fun. *grins sheepishly as she takes the bottle and sips*
 
watches.
Fidgets.
Watches.
Giggles.
Fidgets.

Walks over, swipes the bottle out of Mr. Petite's hands, takes a long pull for herself, shoves it back into his hands and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.


A little better.

Such a messy drinker...tsk.

*reaches out and pinches her arm*
 
*glances back and forth before slowly scooting away to a safe zone.... Just in case the bat comes out*
 
You'll try.

*smirks and slugs back more bourbon*

reaches up while he tips the bottle back and flicks the bottle up so that the liquid sloshes out of the bottle and down his shirt.

Grins


You play mean. I play mean. We both adore each other in the end.
 
*glances back and forth before slowly scooting away to a safe zone.... Just in case the bat comes out*

tugs her back close and kisses the top of her head, darling, I would never hurt you unless you asked.

Mr. Petite is nearly always asking.
 
reaches up while he tips the bottle back and flicks the bottle up so that the liquid sloshes out of the bottle and down his shirt.

Grins


You play mean. I play mean. We both adore each other in the end.

*Sets the bottle to the side, leaning forward in his seat, catching her face with his palm cupping her chin, smiling*

Yes, mean indeed.

*His free hand pinches a bit higher on her arm, right near the crease of her armpit at the back...right where the skin is most tender*
 
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