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"Don't....wave your fhinger...at me..." He slurred, vision unfocused. |
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"Gale" She warned. "You're done drinking." She said, a little snappier than intended |
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"You're a mighty fine miss, miss." Gale rambled, as though he'd made a new discovery. |
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"So you've said" She said, standing |
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"I have?" He asked, standing wobbily. |
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"Yeah. Time to go, mister" She said, renting a room for the night and locking the door once they got in. She sighed, laying Gale on the bed and taking off his boots. She lay a blanket over him, sitting beside him. "You're gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow..." She mused |
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"Oranges are lemons but a different color," He noted, drifting off. |
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"Uh-huh" She muttered, letting him fall asleep as she stayed awake and alert |
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Gale awoke the next morning, standing and opening the window before hurling a few times before straightening and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Yuck," |
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"Yeah, 14 drinks will do that to you" She said tiredly, not sleeping all night |
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