You say that, but when you choke on your first shot I'm not gonna help you.
[Cheerfully said, though, as he leans back and settles in. And maybe he's warmer and maybe he isn't, maybe he's sometimes base enough that seeing a bunch of pretty girls seducing each other affects him, even if it's high art, or maybe it's something else. Who can say! Who cares. He's mercifully quiet for another chunk of time, almost up to the end.
Maybe that pink stuff was wine. He definitely feels some kind of way as he straightens up, slightly flushed and a little warm. It's not bad, it's just . . . hm.]
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[Cheerfully said, though, as he leans back and settles in. And maybe he's warmer and maybe he isn't, maybe he's sometimes base enough that seeing a bunch of pretty girls seducing each other affects him, even if it's high art, or maybe it's something else. Who can say! Who cares. He's mercifully quiet for another chunk of time, almost up to the end.
Maybe that pink stuff was wine. He definitely feels some kind of way as he straightens up, slightly flushed and a little warm. It's not bad, it's just . . . hm.]
You feel okay?