“You’re so pretty,” giggles the werewolf drunkenly “Pretty, pretty witch.”
“Oh my god you’re heavy,” grunts the witch. Xe’s got the werewolf slung across both shoulders like a particularly unwieldy duffel bag “Why did you do that last round of shots. Why didn’t I stop you?”
“I’m so lucky,” grins the werewolf loopily “Lucky, lucky werewolf. I love you.”
“Gay,” the witch mutters awkwardly “But you are too heavy. I need a break.”
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