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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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"Only place he knows too. "Yer point?"

She grinned at him, leaned over and kissed him. "Come on. I'll show you where I sleep."

"Yey!" As he eagerly, if stumbly, follows after her.

When they get outside, Angela waits up for him. "C'mere," she says, holding out her hand. "No falling down."

Of course, Angela isn't all that steady at the moment, either.

Thomas wraps himself comfortably around her.

"Oh..." Her grin gets a little goofy and she hugs him back. He is so adorable sometimes, besides giving the best hugs in the known Universe.

He nuzzles loveingly at her ear. "Hmm?"

"Oh, just happy."

And warm and turned on and mellow. It's a good place to be.

"Mmmhmmm." He heartily agrees. "Where we headed?"

"Um. Probably to my bed in the bunker...I mean, it's the only place I know with beds, really."

Not terribly private, but with any luck at all...

"Sounds... hic... Sounds like a plan." Someone may be having trouble holding his booze.

She grins and helps him as they walk towards the bunker. "You gonna be okay there?"

Angela didn't drink quite so much--she went for taste instead of quantity.

"I'm a gonna be fine." He doesn't puke. "Why we still have clothes on?"

She giggles. "Cos we're not to my bed yet."

It's dark in the bunker and looks empty...but maybe some people just sleep flatter than others.

She goes over to sit on her bed, slipping off her shoes and kicking them under. Everything she owns is folded neatly under the bed.

She pats the mattress beside her.

Thomas collapses onto the bed beside her. "How much did I drink?"

She grins again, leaning over him and brushing her fingers through his hair. "I dunno, I lost count of yours when I lost count of mine. And I'm a lightweight."

He gazes up at her, running fingers through her hair. "You so beautiful." He slurs his words just a little bit.

She grins and kisses him softly. "I love your eyes," she whispers.

"My eyes?" Curiously.

Angela blushes, though it just might not be visible in the dimness of the room. "Yeah. The color, you know. Never seen eyes like yours, ever."

She leans down and kisses him again. "And you're very cute."

He giggles at that, kissing her back. "Me. Cute. Ha!"

She grins again, climbing over to straddle his waist. Even if the skirt she is currently wearing is a bit too short for that to be strictly decent. "But you totally are," she insists, leaning on her elbows over him.

He stretches his neck up to kiss her softly. "Riight. Your blind."

She kisses him back. "Well, long's I think so then?"

She tends to think people are attractive when she likes them. No matter how unconventional they are.

He slides his hands up her sides, under her shirt. "Crazy girl."

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