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"Damn, you sound like you'd be fun at parties"
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"I am, or at least I think I am."
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"If you have fun at a party, who the hell is to say you ain't fun?"
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"I like your thinking, Quincy."
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"I like to think my thinking is S-M-R-T smart" [b]he jokingly says[/b]
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Nora titters. "You're hysterical." She holds the bottle to her lips, and chugs until it's done. She puts it on the table, smiling.
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[b]He finishes his, and looks at her[/b] "Up for a round two?"
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"Read my mind."
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"Aye. I'll be back" [b]he says, going to the bar and returning again with 2 whiskeys, and he slides one to her, sitting [/b]
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Nora downs her whiskey in 30 seconds. She starts to get tipsy. "You're hot."
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"I ain't got a thing on you"
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"No you, mister. I'll get the next drink." Nora's legs wobble slightly as she walks to the bar, gets two whiskers and brings them back to the table, sliding one to Quincy.
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[b]He starts drinking, him not drunk in the slightest[/b]
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Nora tries as best as possible to hold her drinks. After 12, she grows very drunk. "Can we go back to the bunks, hunk?"
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"Aye, that's probably smart"
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"Thanks." Nora walks back to the bunks, being on her feet making her much less drunk. "Thanks for the company, Quincy. You're a great guy."
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"Not as good as you are"
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"So... Wanna come in?"
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"Sure"
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Nora's room is nicely decorated, with posters of soft rock bands and artists. Her desk is nicely organized, and it is next to a Queen bed with purple sheets and fuzzy pillows. "Got the room this morning. Put my personal stuff in. Now, you remember how I said I love to cuddle?"
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"An interest we both share"
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"Get in the bed."
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[b]He gets in it[/b]
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Nora jumps in, and rolls onto him, cuddling. She rests her head on Quincy's chest.
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[b]He puts his hand on the side of her head, gently running his fingers through her hair[/b]