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6/23/2016 1:58:01 PM
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He swiftly moves the mech to somewhere it wouldn't get in the way, and the back, legs, and arms fold out, allowing Lucas to hop out the back.
After a bit of... Relocating things, he swiftly makes his way over to Miri.
"This turned out to be my favourite day yet, if I'm being honest. First I meet you, then this... And the day isn't even over yet!"
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"Whoa there, cowboy, getting a little comfortable, are we?" She says, as he grabs her ample bottom. It was a bit weird, but she wasn't awkward about it. "This body ain't yours yet, pretty boy. Soon though... if you keep it up..." She grins.
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"Yeah, sorry, alcohol and stuff.. I'm a bad drunk. Well, not bad but more awkward. I guess that's bad.. I'm q bad drunk." [i]Is it too late to, like, run very far away? Because goddamn was that awkward. Was it even awkward? Am I the only one that found that awfully awkward? Probably. Fück. Ehhh.. She's faster than me. And those weapons... Why am I even thinking of this?! Bad. Me. VERY BAD. I mean, I'm not gonna let that ruin it.. But... Njeh.. Eh... Keep your cool, me. Keep your cool. KEEP IT. [/i]
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"Relax! You look like a schoolboy at his first recital!" She giggles. "Settle down... grab a beer, relax. It's almost ready."
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"Yeah, I have never gotten this far with just about anyone so give me a break.. Oh dear, just shooting bugs is so much easier.. Beer? Get me more drunk and awkward? Eh.. That might not end well, actually.."
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"You need to calm down, handsome. It'll be alright."
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The man takes a very deep breath, and asks, "Where's the beer? I need one right about now." [spoiler]Closet alcoholic ftw. [/spoiler]
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There's a mini fridge in the warehouse. Look in there."
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"Is there a.. anymore.. what's the name.. Kroot ale? Because that stuff kicks like a mule. I like it."
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"There's still some left in the bottle. But you don't want to much of that. Drinking the whole bottle [i]will[/i] kill you."
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"It wouldn't be the whole bottle though because you had two glasses... And if that doesn't count, how much should I [i]not[/i] drink?"
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"If you split the bottle between you and me, we should be fine." She smiles. With the hotdogs finished, she prepares them, two for each of them, and places them on the table.
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[spoiler]How big is this bottle even? [/spoiler] "I'll share; I'm not that selfish." Lucas smiles, and swiftly makes his way back inside the warehouse, swiftly returning to the stairs with a jog, and quite literally running up them. Once upstairs, he swiftly grabs the bottle, and quickly making his way down the stairs, more or less skipping a step every... step he takes. [spoiler]I'm still expecting redneck shotgun dad outta nowhere. [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]nah. He's out into town.[/spoiler] She lets him put whatever toppings he wants on his hotdogs, and she grabs her glass of Ale. "Well then, let's eat up, shall we?"
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For convenience, and to prevent awkwardness, he took his glass with him - and it was filled with Ale. He had his hotdogs without any toppings, because... alcohol. "Let's eat! And toast, to... the beginning of out dating!" He chuckles, and raises his glass for a taste.
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She raises her glass to meet his. "To dating. And to my future boyfriend!" She giggles.
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"To my future girlfriend!" He chuckles, setting the glass again his lips again, and downing the Ale in a single go. Then he sets the glass down, and smiles at Miri.
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She does the same, downing her drink and smiling at him. She grabs her first hotdog and eats it.
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He wobbles a little, the alcohol really kicking in now. He takes one of the hotdogs, and moves it to his mouth, missing it, and poking his cheek with it. "Wha? Oh..." He giggles and successfully eats it.
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"Goodness... you have a hard time with Alcohol, don't you?" The Hotdogs, however, unlike his aim, were perfect. Taste, texture, everything.
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"Alcohol and an empty stomach don't mix well - and hit diggity damn, you are an absolutely amazing cook! These things... Oh my. Speechless."
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"Thank you! I've always been a good cook. At least, it's what others told me."
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"Good is an understatement and an insult! Because this stuff is at least half as good as you." He said with a shy grin.
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She giggles. "You and your compliments... you make me feel all fuzzy."
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"Do I make you feel all hot and fuzzy inside? Oh my, I'm flattered.. Oh yeah, alcohol is definitely kicking in alright." He chuckles.
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She eats up her second hot dog with a smile.
