"Hey, man, you're speakin' my language." He put back the shot and wiped his mouth. "Woo!" A slap to the countertop and he grabbed the pint. In order to work up the nice buzz he had going, Daniel had been drinking for over an hour. He wasn't about to let it fade on him.
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ninetydegrees
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on 2013-10-08 01:28 am (UTC)"So what'd you fuck up?"