Addie was still back pressed to the floor, knees bent over the edge of her bed, laptop sliding slowly off her lap and the edge hitting the floor beside her. Her feet had one sock on, and the other currently being tugged off by her hand that was trying to reach for the toe of it, and still hold onto her computer. She didn't even hear the door open, and when she heard Jim she abandonded all sock removal efforts.
Her head pushed backward letting her hair tangle up on the floor beneath her head as she grinned wide at him, "Hey there sexy." She kept smiling for a moment then started to argue her sobriety, "I am not... I am not drunk," she tried to assure him with her brow furrowing in protest.
"Scouts... I wasn't a scout. But seriously? Seriously Jim... not.. okay maybe a little drunk."
"Sure...just a skosh." he deadpanned, ambling over to kneel next to her. Picking up the bottle she was drinking from, he sniffed its contents and yelped, pulling it away as he made a face. "WHOAH! Darlin', I'm fuckin' *Irish*, and I don't drink anything that I can *also* use to strip the paint on my house."
Setting the bottle aside, he shook his head and reached out to remove the laptop from Addie's grip, then shifted to scoop her off her feet. "C'mere, Sauced Up Suzie," he quipped, "let's get you off the floor? And I'll see if you don't have something around here that won't clean a car engine while killing brain cells."
She let her eyes follow him as he knelt beside her, then pouting slightly as he *stole* her bottle of alchol, then laughed when he claimed it could strip paint off a house. It wasn't that bad, and maybe it was just because she had started out slow and now her tongue was slightly numb. She barely tasted a thing when she drank it, and all she actually felt was the warmth in her lap... which was the battery of the laptop no doubt
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Jim laughed as she started burrowing against his neck while he held her, then licked him and dissolved into giggles. Okay, so she smelled like a brewery with all the crap she'd been drinking, but damn if she wasn't the cutest goddamn thing he'd ever seen.
Moving across her quarters, Jim deposited her on the couch and patted her leg, looking into her face. "Okay, I can *smell* your blood alcohol from here...we're gonna get some water in you? Then put your ass to bed...the fluids'll keep the headache to a minimum in the morning. Now you gonna cooperate in the meantime? Or am I gonna have to resort to using charm and good looks to win you over?"
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Her head pushed backward letting her hair tangle up on the floor beneath her head as she grinned wide at him, "Hey there sexy." She kept smiling for a moment then started to argue her sobriety, "I am not... I am not drunk," she tried to assure him with her brow furrowing in protest.
"Scouts... I wasn't a scout. But seriously? Seriously Jim... not.. okay maybe a little drunk."
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Setting the bottle aside, he shook his head and reached out to remove the laptop from Addie's grip, then shifted to scoop her off her feet. "C'mere, Sauced Up Suzie," he quipped, "let's get you off the floor? And I'll see if you don't have something around here that won't clean a car engine while killing brain cells."
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Moving across her quarters, Jim deposited her on the couch and patted her leg, looking into her face. "Okay, I can *smell* your blood alcohol from here...we're gonna get some water in you? Then put your ass to bed...the fluids'll keep the headache to a minimum in the morning. Now you gonna cooperate in the meantime? Or am I gonna have to resort to using charm and good looks to win you over?"
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