[He grunts in reply, a wordless acknowledgement, but he does drink up-- and further, gets another glass, so by the time she returns, he's far more stable. The good thing about being a drunk: not only can you think through it pretty easily, but you sober up fast too. Sometimes way too fast, honestly, but that's neither here nor there. It means he's up and standing, idly staring at his clamshell of a phone, waiting for her.
Are they going to fuck tonight? He honestly isn't sure. He isn't opposed, actually, now that she's said all that. It feels far less like taking advantage.]
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Are they going to fuck tonight? He honestly isn't sure. He isn't opposed, actually, now that she's said all that. It feels far less like taking advantage.]
Any guesses on what those last few rules are?
[he calls it as he hears the water stop.]