GRAVEYARD - SPIN THE BOTTLE OVERFLOW

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where we can be drunk the night before endgame without hitting captcha, sorry mods we love you

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[selfinserting]

[He doesn't say anything, but. He looks clearly uncomfortable, which is probably answer enough even before he gives a small sigh.]

...Sorry. It's - um, I promise it's not, not you.

[wisterin]

[ Her smile comes easy, and she polishes off her drink. ]

Please don't apologize. I don't mind either way.

[ She honestly isn't offended. ]