[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
[ there's a kneejerk "no you wouldn't" that wants to come out, but julie's not going to argue with him right now. she's tipsy and he's going to sleep. julie just curls back up in the chair and pulls her phone out to harass frank into keeping her occupied so she doesn't fall asleep too. ]
[ He'd probably argue back if she argued. It'd be a whole thing. Luckily, they're drunk. So fuck that. He's completely zonked out in a deep sleep the second he stopped fighting it and going to remain there for hours, limp and completely still. Probably be mistaken for dead if he didn't snore a tiny bit in the middle there. Still breathing? Yup. 👌 Thanks. ]
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[ she leans over to put the vodka bottle on the table even, no more drinking! though she does think about texting susie to come take over when she can, just in case. ]
I'm an asshole but even I'm not that bad.
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[ He unfolds his legs on the chair to turn on it sideways again, pulling his beanie off his head and putting it over his face. ]
Yeah, you’re pretty cool. I’d hang with you.
[ He jerks himself awake after letting his eyes drop under there for a minute then pulls the hat off to eye her. Okay. Eyes closed. ]
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