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Sobriety is a curable condition
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Mixing whatever she was drinking, by the scent maybe something malted, with his sharp clear vodka was certainly dangerous. He knew not to mix, mainly wine and hard alcohol, or suffer the dire consequences. But she didn't seem to see the danger in it, and Heath being the gentleman he was just let her suck it all down. A lazy smile reached his face, the mere sight of her making his laugh. It was a childish giggle as he watched her fall to the ground.
It took a prolonged moment for him to get off his tail, smile gone as he felt the concern rise in his head. On his own feet he felt uneasy, but strong arms reach for her. He wasn't sure what he was hoping to do, she was already on the ground so he wasn't able to catch her before she fell. Instead he could only reach in hopes of helping back to her feet. With a smile back on his face he spoke, Come on now little lady, no need to give up so soon.
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