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Party? Party.

So, the Bunny has gotten things set up for a nice little alcohol fueled party. There's an Ipod attached to a boombox for music, a nice cleared spot for dancing, some hijacked foods for eating, and, of course, the booze.

The Booze is laid out in row after row of wonderfully full bottles. It starts with the cheap stuff, and gets gradually better. But the good stuff, the long aged, good brewed, never tapped stuff, is in the five barrels the Bunny is currently sitting on. He's got a glass of cheap in front of him, just to start things off right.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted creatures! I give you, booze! But, I am not one to give things away for free. And money ain't worth shit no more. So, instead I ask of you, a simple thing. A joke, a toast, a tale or a song, any two of these, and you can drink all night. All four, and we crack open the casks. Lay on!"

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Thomas lets his body sit, while his head stays at the same height. "I'm drunk? Yer drunk!"

"No I'm not! I am perfec'ly in control of my faculty...facilit...thing." She gestures vaguely.

"Mmokay, maybe I am," she says, putting her head down on the table, still sort of giggly.

Thomas, without moving from where he is, wraps an arm around her waist. "You're trashed."

She lifts a finger into the air without lifting her head. "Thas the term I was lookin' for."

Thomas snickers. "whacha gonna do bout it?"

"Dunno. Last time a friend carted me home to sleep it off. She told me I was weepy."

She giggles a little. That had been a few years ago.

"mnhmm, sleep." He waggles his eyebrows. "Fun, huh?"

She grins at him. "Yeah, real nice." She leans her head on him.

He slides on close to her, snagging another drink as he goes. "You can't hold yer booze." As he nibbles on her ear lobe.

"Nope, not a bit," she says, rather breathlessly. "Um. But it...tastes good?" She giggles a little, again, but not quite as drunken sounding.

He takes a long drink, his hands sliding across her belly. "Good fer ya."

Angela purrs a little, nuzzling his neck. "Mmhm." She's at the warm and happy part of tipsy.

Thomas eyes the area, smiling widely. "Need another drink?"

"Nope! Not 'less you want me to be weepy drunk instead of just happy."

It goes silly, happy, weepy, passed out. It's just the way she is.

"Then we'll keep it there..." He pauses, thinking. "How many to get you to horny?"

Angela bursts out into more giggles. "Um. Dunno. Haven't experimented with that. Proly somewhere between happy and weepy." She grins at him. "Or maybe I don't need to get drunk at all."

"Oh ho..." Thomas tickles his fingers across her belly. "Huzzah for me."

Angela squeaks and laughs, because, ticklish.

"Well, what about you? What does it take to get you going?"

"Pretty much, just you." aw, he's so sweet.

That is sweet.

She grins. "Good to know." She leans over and kisses him very thoroughly.

"Mmmph!" is what gets out through their lips.

And there is more giggling when she releases him. "Um. Sorry?"

"Why?" There's absolutely nothing for her to be sorry for.

Thomas goes backwards off the bench, landing with a thump. But he's smiling.

She grins back. "Thought I suffocated you," she says, reaching down to help him up.

He exerts pressure in an effort to pull her down. "Don't worry, my mouth opens wide."

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