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It almost wasn’t fun, how easily she agreed. It was sad really, she wasn’t nearly as drunk as he and yet was willing to take on the sloppy drunk. Yet because he was so drunk, it didn’t matter if she resisted or complied so easily. It didn’t really matter who she was or what she looked like or if he ever saw her again. Drinking made his body ache for the warmth of others, even if his senses were slightly confused and he wasn’t likely to remember it in the morning. How many drunken one-night stands had been forgotten except for waking up next to a stranger? Lysander couldn’t count. How many times had he turned down a women when he was in this state? That number was easy. Never.
“My luckay day then, she’ll haf me.” He moved toward her, his body awkward and clumsy but his eyes and smile charming as ever. He gently pushed her over so he could climb on top, have more convenient access. After all, he wasn’t really doing this for her, Lysander worked only for himself. Absent mindedly he bit lightly at her neck, his hands feeling around in places he was sure Winnie wouldn’t have approved of. The thought delighted him.
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