Right. He was definitely never, ever getting drunk. Not if it made people act the way Cassie was. He was tempted to humor her, but he was pretty sure that she'd feel awful in the morning and he was definitely sure that he wasn't going to be able to carry her back up to the treehouse.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wouldn't you like a nice, comfy bed?" He was going to hell for this.
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Date: 2009-02-23 04:32 am (UTC)"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wouldn't you like a nice, comfy bed?" He was going to hell for this.