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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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"Not as beautiful as you." Drinking brings out the poet in him, tis true.

Angela's eyes soften. She's such a sucker for sweet talk.

"That's so sweet," she says shakily, and bends down to kiss him again. Oddly enough, she tends to say the most with actions, rather than words.

He smiles, watching her, enjoying this moment. He wants to see what she'll get up to, on her own.

She pauses a moment to put the earrings in her ears. They're the best place to put them so they don't get lost.

She leans down and kisses him again, taking her time, before saying, "Okay, you're wearing way too many clothes, considering I'm already half-naked."

He grisn cheekily at her. "Whacha gonna do bout it?"

That's...not a question that requires a lot of thought, really.

She grins right back at him and pushes his coat off his shoulders. She slides off of him so he can get his arms out of the sleeves, then pushes her hands up under his shirt.

He arches up into her touch, moaning softly.

She grins again, and bends her head to kiss his stomach as she slides his shirt off.

Thomas lets one hand stroke through her hair, a smile wide upon his face.

She huffs out a soft laugh against his skin and then she presses herself to him, kissing him softly for a few moments before letting her hands go to the waistband of his pants.

Thomas arches into her again, his breathing heavy. Something about having a beautiful girl touching him, he just gets so happy.

She is definitely encouraged by his reactions. Pants are off now, and Angela undoes her skirt as well.

She presses herself against him entirely, just enjoying the feel of his skin against hers as she kisses him.

He's a good deal smaller then usual, but thats probably the drink. His fingers run lightly across her back, his eyes closed. This right here? This is heaven.

Yeah, drinking is not so great for the actual sex act, really. Angela knows this only because of health class in high school. Three cheers for modern education.

But this is...really, really nice and Angela's enjoying just making him feel good. Her hand skims down his side and hip, then drifts over to stroke him, very gently, more exploring the way he feels than trying to arouse him.

Soft and rubbery, just like the rest of him. His entire concentration is currently on not giving up his secret, but he does have time to return the favor, stroking her back. "You're so good to me."

She kisses him again, almost purring at his touch. "Well, I like you, you know. A real lot."

She keeps touching him and kissing him. It seems to be making him very happy, and she's very contented just to be with him. Angela is a big cuddler, and seems to have found someone who appreciates that.

Thomas wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. "Sleep with me?"

She blushes a little bit. "Yeah. I'd love to."

"Mhmm, and sex in the morning..." He snuggles closer to her.

"Sounds like a nice way to wake up," she says, getting comfortable. She kisses his nose.

Shortly, Thomas is passed out. Boy can not hold his booze.

She grins and pulls the covers over them. Angela isn't long in following him to sleep.

Angela isn't so good at holding her booze either.

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