04-06-2009, 08:57 PM
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Holy crap, he had alcohol. She hadn't noticed that before, having been so preoccupied (read: happy) with the prospect of company in the first place. At the sight of it, she continued grinning like an idiot, unable to really express her mood any further without hurting herself. She nodded as he spoke, and hopped out of her room without waiting for an invitation. Even if he hadn't wanted to drink with her -- well, too damn bad, he could suck it up. Like a real man. However, when he did invite her (after some vague mention of the weather) she leaned in towards him and replied with enthusiasm. "Sounds awesome! Let's go!" And without waiting for him, she tore off down stairs, taking them two and three at a time, and made her way out the front door towards the beach. Time to run! |