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Current Mood: 3 sheets? Halo thar, wind
Current Music: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama

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Nick Stokes is a fucking lightweight.

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Am not!

Ooohhh but ya are.

Adams, I've put away DOUBLE what you have already.

How can that be, I've . . . I've wait. I've matched you drink for drink.

I was here an hour before y'all. There's no way ya could match me drink for drink, Riley.

See, you sayyyyy that because I caught you hugging the jukebox.

*looks extremely confused and a little scared of the tipsy woman in front of him*

Huh? The only thing I've been huggin' is this here barstool with my cheeks.

*is clearly a little more than tipsy*

You love the barstool. You love it sooooooooooooooooo much, you should merry it.

*Completely out of her head.*

Dance with meeeee! Please?

*Is too drunk to say no*

Come on. Just don't step on my toes, ya hear?

*Sounds like the beginning of a lawsuit, or a bad Lifetime movie.*

NO stepping on Stokes soes, no, wait, soes, no! Toes! That's surprisingly hard to say.

*Wraps her arms around his neck, and sways.*

*dances easily, moving well and not stiffly at all*

Pretty good for someone three sheets to the wind, Adams.

*Laughs, her head back as she decides to follow his lead. For once.*

You are quite the dancer, Mr. Stokes.

Catherine taught me well. *takes her hand, holding it as they move around the floor*

Willows? She taught you how to dance? *She laughed again and spun out before spinning back.*

You learn well.

Willows has danced all her life. *neglects mentioning the fact that she was a show girl*

Thank ya very much, Adams.

*dips her with a grin*

No way! Get out! I was not aware of that. The things you learnnn.

*When he dipped her, she fell backward and grabbed a hold of him before pulling herself up.*

Did you kiss a girl, and didja like it?

*It was the damn song!*

I've kissed plenty 'a girls and liked 'em all.

*grinning like an idiot, not caring that the song is 'girly'*

YOU?! Me too! *She giggled and shook her head a little bit.*

I didn't think Nick Stokes kissed girls, he . . . romanced them, or something.

Well, yeah, but that's after dinner and a few dates, tipsy.

*chuckling, he pulls her in close again, one hand on her waist, the other in hers*

Well, you're a gentleman, who could expect anything less?

*Adjusting to the new position she wrapped her free arm around his neck and moved to the music.*

Ya kiss more girls than boys, Adams?

*looks slightly coy, a soft smirk pulling at his cheeks*

Oh, wouldn't you like to know? Boys, more then girls, but there's something about a air of nice, soft lips.

*Smirking she gave him her own coy look and pressed close, her lips by his ear.* Either way, sex is sex, and if you do it right it's all the same in the end.

*Shivering, Nick's pants growing instantly too tight. His own mouth moves close to her ear, his hand massaging the small of her back as he answers*

Mmm...what d'ya have in mind, darlin'?

*Her eyes widened and she grinned at him, nails gliding over his shoulder blades. The grin widened, especially when she brushed up against him to feel his pants.*

Well, well, cowboy. What do we have here?

A lil' present for ya. *chuckles warmly*

*Laughing she bit her bottom lip and shook her head slightly before kissing him hard. She was drunk, and horny, of course this seemed like a damn good idea.

*Smiling, he kisses her back, hands going around her tighter as they contingue to sway*

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