[ He's standing near her kitchen table, and that just reminds her of what happened on his kitchen table... not that any of those memories have been all that far away since she woke up on the floor next to him. They're hazy, sure, but in a good way, like those old movies where they would smear the lens with petroleum to lend a little Hollywood dreaminess to the scene. There's a simplicity to a drunken hookup that's a relief after the insanity of this place, even with the awkwardness that follows.
She shrugs off her own jacket and hangs it up, cocking a mildly disbelieving glance at hi over her shoulder. ]
Improving from feeling like it was full of broken glass all yesterday.
[ Their moonshine is... dangerous. She'd spent a full twenty four hours just trying to rehydrate. ]
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She shrugs off her own jacket and hangs it up, cocking a mildly disbelieving glance at hi over her shoulder. ]
Improving from feeling like it was full of broken glass all yesterday.
[ Their moonshine is... dangerous. She'd spent a full twenty four hours just trying to rehydrate. ]
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