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[onerthes]

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[onerthes]

The gasses looked melted and they're amazing. Thank you!

You do realize that you're assuming I can't two fist drink bourbon, don't you?

[tagartist]

take it more as subtle encouragement for you to uh
NOT do that

[onerthes]

Fine fine. I'll promise to save the double whiskey poundings for special occasions. Like Holidays, and Fridays. Oh, and drunken Mondays. Can't forget those.

Oh wait, that's right. I've cut back to two drinks a day. That would mean my whole drinking would all be in one go. Can't have that. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to share the glasses. Woe is me.

[...she was kidding around, mostly. She promised.]