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10/27/2015 3:13:56 AM
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[spoiler]Lol sorry, almost slipped my notifications [/spoiler]
Dean downs another as well. He wasn't affected, just slow.
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[b]She downs hers faster than him, already puring them both another shot She downs the third shot glass, reaching for another[/b]
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He stops her. "Jupiter, getting drunk won't help." Dean smiles at her.
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[b]She downs one last shot, a drunk glaze had succumbed her[/b] [i]"Who's to say it won't?"[/i]
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"I am. I'll be fine....just want you to be when I get back."
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[b]She smiles, the alcohol getting to her[/b] [i]"I'll be fine, don't worry"[/i]
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He smiles back taking the bottle of whiskey and chugging it. Dean smiles, drunk. He burps loudly. "That's....how you get drunk. For when I'm gone."
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[b]She giggles, bubbling with excitement as she takes it from him, gulping down a few mouthfulls[/b]
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He chuckles and reaches for the bottle.
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[b]She gleefully hands it over[/b]
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Dean takes the bottle and chugs it, Jupiter counts roughly 45 seconds of pure drinking.
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[b]She watches in amazement[/b]
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He slams the bottle back down on the tabel. "Ugggghhhhh..." He hick ups a few times.
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[b]She giggles at his plight, as she takes it, and does the same he did[/b]
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[spoiler]Lol how big is this bottle?[/spoiler] He watches, eyes half closed.
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[spoiler]I have no idea[/spoiler] [b]She finishes after a bit, the bottle empty[/b]
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[spoiler]Kek[/spoiler] "Well....that's the bottle." He smiles and faceplants the table.
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[b]She laughs uncontrollably, trying to get him back up[/b]
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Slowly, he stirs as another bottle is delivered from the bartender. "The buyer of this drink told me not to tell you guys." He walks off. Dean pokes at the bottle.
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[b]She, to drunk not to care, was already grabbing at it[/b]
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It was yet another bottle of whiskey, strong and tall. Dean watches with an intent yet drunken look on his face.
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[b]She looks at it, turns shrugs, popping the cork as she downs a few gulps[/b]
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"He-hey, don't don't don't hog that." He smiles like an idiot and reaches for the bottle.
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[b]She hands it over[/b]
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He begins chugging the bottle.
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[b]She watches him do it a bit, before zoning out, and nearly falling asleep[/b]
