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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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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."

Angela's balance is not the best, and she lands with a thud on the floor. "Ow," she says, giggling.

She's definitely at the silly stage.

Thomas waggles his eyebrows again. "Whus so funny?"

"I don't know." She grins at him. Yes, she's clearly toasted.

And trying to pull up the front part of her dress. It might not be falling down but it feels like it is.

He helps her with that. Whoops, too far!

Snicker.

Angela squeaks. "Ack, Thomas! Ohmigod." She's blushing madly, hunched over her knees.

"...wardrobe malfunction?"

"Hahahah.... I can have you naked, by the end of this drink?" At least thats the same from universe to universe.

She laughs for real, not just a giggle.

"I didn't come prepared with Velcro or anything for the top of my dress or it would totally be convincing."

"And you don't have a peircing." He pauses, frowning, trying to remember. "No, you don't. I had one once."

"Nope. Could never get around putting something metal through there. Ouch."

She tilts her head at him. "Why don't you have one anymore?"

Wow, the seats look far up from down here.

"It was in my clit, and it just kinda dropped out one day, cause of my skin." Yup, the boy was drunk.

...Angela has taken biology class. There are just some things that boys don't have.

"Um. Huh?" Maybe she's just *really* drunk.

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He doesn't realize he misspoke. "Whut?"

"Yer a boy, you don't have a clit."

She looks a little befuddled, then. "'Less I missed something."

After all, she wasn't making a checklist.

"TIT!" Whoops. "I meant tit, yeah!" That's it, thats the ticket. Watch Thomas go all red.

She looks at him, half grinning, her eyes half closed. "We are so drunk." It's as good an excuse as any.

"You are so cute when you go red." She leans over and kisses him on the cheek.

"You're so cute all the time." Still blushing furiously.

She hugs him, because he looks sorta forlorn. She's starting to metabolize the alcohol. "Hmm...I think I need water or something." Depends on if she wants a monster hangover tomorrow...or just a little one.

"We could.. could... head down to a bed..." He's not thinking about water. Or hangovers.

"You have somewhere in mind?" she asks, brushing his hair with her fingers. "Don't want anyone walking in on us."

"Why no-" Oh. "Uh. uhm..." That's a no.

Angela rubs her eyes a little. "Hey. Are you all right? You look worried. Or something." She puts her arm around him.

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