I'm tipsy. [She corrects him, convinced of this. Her hand is pretty firm on that bottle, even when he's that close to her face. And when he's that close? She can't help but kiss him....somewhat sloppily. Roughly, too. All of her motor control is centrally focused on her hand. She's probably drunker right now than she was on St Patrick's Day. At least then, she could manage hair dye.]
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