'I like what I like. Sober or Shit-faced.'
...
It's the weekend. Time to party with your friends. Even for mister sensible.
The club is packed and she starts to lose her composure.
You take her outside for some air, or rather she drags you by your arm, all the while protesting any need for help.
She's hot, and happy, and beaming up at you with a sly smile.
Why is she looking at you like that?
What is she...
Is she going to... Kiss you?
Oh no.
Looks like mister sensible is still alive and kicking.
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Love,
Teacup
Darks
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