[It's no surprise; the moment he texted her, she'd had the gut feeling he'd already beaten her to the 'let's get hammered' punch. She ditches her jackets over a chair, shoes left somewhere in the hallway and she says nothing while stepping into the living room.
He looks just as fucked up about this as she does and privately, she's glad. She waits until he's taken a draw and then slips into his lap, straddling and pressing a kiss to his cheek before she presses her face into his neck. She exhales, shaky and miserable and makes a blind grabby hand. ]
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He looks just as fucked up about this as she does and privately, she's glad. She waits until he's taken a draw and then slips into his lap, straddling and pressing a kiss to his cheek before she presses her face into his neck. She exhales, shaky and miserable and makes a blind grabby hand. ]
Pass the vodka, ta.