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[secretarially]

I need a drink and it's just past lunch.

Well, shit. Any Prewetts or Beamishes have any liquor laying around that they want to share?

Anyway, my wedding is planned so all now we need to do is have the damned thing, date's set for New Year's Eve, clear your schedules, invitations are on their way or something, whatever.

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[labonnegenre]

Oh Sam. You could have asked for help!

[secretarially]

With what?

I'm still open for any drinks you might have stashed.

[labonnegenre]

Planning the wedding. It's a hell of a job.

That's right, I always keep alcohol within reach at my desk. That's me, Sam, you knew it.

[secretarially]

Yeah, well, we're not planning a Bones-level party so it's probably easier than yours was.

You're a Prewett and Francis Bones's wife, it's worth a shot.

[frigidwinters]

I'm sure Florence has something in her desk if your ears can tolerate the sound of her voice.

[secretarially]

... No, not worth it.

As Monica Madley

[greygraynpc]

Chocolate, yes, alcoholic substances, no.

Constant Vigilance, Sam.

As Ralph Weasley

[greygraynpc]

Why'd you choose that night?

[secretarially]

Thousand and one reasons, I know it looks tacky but we really had no choice unless we wanted Rosie giving birth during the bleeding thing.

[shamelesssarah]

I've always got plenty of alcohol to spare Sammi. Should I sent some your way?