[Well, that softens her expression. A lot. Most charming man in the world right here. Staying by the toilet would be the smart thing to do, but she's drunk and, well, catnip. So, despite all logic, she puts her arms over Gabriel's shoulders, practically puts herself in his lap, clings to him, and buries her face against his neck.]
An' licorice an' salt an' some kinda leaves.
[She swallows hard, throat burning. Her thighs are still quivering and she's nuzzling the archangel's neck now.]
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Date: 2011-06-29 08:29 am (UTC)An' licorice an' salt an' some kinda leaves.
[She swallows hard, throat burning. Her thighs are still quivering and she's nuzzling the archangel's neck now.]