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2010-10-13 12:05 am (UTC)
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McCoy smiles, clinking his glass against hers, golden sparks reflected in the clear alcohol from the embers of her cigarette.
"To us." He agrees warmly, knocking his shot back like the water it appears to be.
And boy doggy, doesn't that stuff burn
all
the way down? He makes a mental note to perhaps take it a bit slower, next time.
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Date: 2010-10-13 12:05 am (UTC)"To us." He agrees warmly, knocking his shot back like the water it appears to be.
And boy doggy, doesn't that stuff burn all the way down? He makes a mental note to perhaps take it a bit slower, next time.