[Gabriel wraps his hand around the vodka bottle as it comes down, looking to either pry it out of her hands or distract her by leaning closer at her command, grinning a little.] You are so drunk, babe. [A little closer, so much that they're practically nose to nose, his eyes doing that cute little smolder thing. Anything to keep her from noticing he's trying to sever her lifeline to Mr. Vodka.]
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