Jake's old friend

After they had finished, kenta had a brainfreeze and the othera were a little tipsy. they got out and began to play twister. they had to move a parts, and every now and then koburu accidently touched their rump.

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Borderline Personality Disorder

"forever," was her lazy, tipsy, prescient prediction. and, rising in heat, in want, and connected, they descended further into the night, love-making, mind-quaking, never-ending ... ... feeling.

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A Crappy Assignment

"isn't that a nice fountain," asked fx still feeling a bit tipsy. "it's pretty damn sexy," said rt jokingly, "i'd fuck it."

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A Soft, Soft Night

It gives me a bit of a buzz, and i feel, you know, a bit tipsy. i giggle, and i feel light, but ... it's not so special ... i mean, i can't understand why any-fur would get drunk." "i've never been drunk."

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1.3 - Hiding Away

A bit tipsy. you could tell from her voice. from her tone. "adelaide's been gone five minutes. you're already having withdrawals? it's like she's like a drug or something." closer to the truth than not, was all field could think.

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Swoon

"well, i'm not tipsy," she defended. "for your information ... not yet. anyway, aren't we trying to get tipsy? mm?" the mouse relented with a playful, "maybe." "uh-huh ... " she breathed of his fur. and then sat back up, back to her knees.

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Brewed

He never got drunk off the stuff, but he did leave tipsy more than once and have his gut get stuck many more times than that. something about beer got him incredibly bloated, and the wolfdragon just relished that feeling.

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Scurrying in Place

tipsy. bare. staring at the clouds as they drifted by (like islands). like nothing below (and nothing above). he had her. she was all he had. no family. no friends. just her. and ... ... that was enough.

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Catching Up

A cheap brand, one that she could drink a bunch of before getting too tipsy. perfect for this event, where she needed to talk. "but let's not talk politics. god knows you hated it when dad did it, even if my views are different."

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Shared Interests

He blinked across the table, not quite sure how long it had been since he'd zoned out in his tipsy haze, and pouted slightly as he saw an empty chair where remy had been.

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Drifting Anchors

"no, i'm ... well, i guess i'm not," he said, tipsy himself. and sighing out. still rubbing her. still touching her. he loved to touch her. he told her so. told her, "i ...

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