[ she's not a little tipsy, though he's probably aware of that. she's verging on drunk— not quite drunk enough that she couldn't still kick arse if necessary, but trying hard to be drunk enough not to think. it's a fine line to walk, that.
it's drunk enough, at any rate, to lean into his side. what? he's a handsome man and she already knows he's good in bed and this isn't affection or leaning on anyone in any sense but the literal. it's just physical, all right. ]
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[ she's not a little tipsy, though he's probably aware of that. she's verging on drunk— not quite drunk enough that she couldn't still kick arse if necessary, but trying hard to be drunk enough not to think. it's a fine line to walk, that.
it's drunk enough, at any rate, to lean into his side. what? he's a handsome man and she already knows he's good in bed and this isn't affection or leaning on anyone in any sense but the literal. it's just physical, all right. ]