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'Hey, this is Harry. I don't know why you're calling but I'll try to call you back.'

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[ He'd gone back to start on his new drink after calling her a dork, thankfully having just finished and setting it back down when she bumps into his shoulder, because that would have been fun. She starts talking, he looks at her, smiling a little, because yeah, exactly, warm, happy, fuzzy things. He watches her contemplate - because they're both not sober and watching not sober people contemplate things is funny even to other not sober people, and is therefore quite surprised when she kisses him. ]

Did you just call me warm and fuzzy?

[Lucy nods, pressing her lips together and trying to judge how he feels about both the kiss and the implication.]

Particularly when I'm kissing you.

[ He considers this, gears clicking slowly, slowly, slowly, not at all, as he keeps considering. (It's not that long, just.) After a couple of seconds. ]

I like being warm and fuzzy.

[She bites her bottom lip, watching him for a moment. She's not sure her gears are clicking at all. She's more just going on instinct and the moment.]

Yeah?

[Without waiting for him to answer, she leans in and kisses him again.]

[ She doesn't give him time to reply - he was just going to answer in the affirmative anyway, maybe this is saving a step, just getting to the point, streamlining the process. She's warm, and tastes a little sweet after all those shots they had, and she's so smart and friendly and shows him new things without being disappointed in him, and he can't help but like her, he has, for a while now, but she was in a different place. Is this taking advantage? Who is taking advantage of who, because right how he would totally go back to her place with her, and he remembers that not being a thing before.

Oh well, back to the kissing. His hand found its way up to cup her jaw in the process, holding her gently while the kiss continues. ]

[If it's taking advantage then there is some mutual advantage taking happening. There's a part of her brain that tells her she probably shouldn't be kissing him. He's drunk, she's drunk and previously they'd agreed things wouldn't work between them. That part of her brain is far too loud and far too depressing to listen to.

Yes, definitely back to the kissing. Lucy is kind of more than half leaning out of her chair by now, relying heavily on him not to fall out of his chair or drop her while they're kissing.]

[ Yeah, depressing. What were those thoughts a minute ago, even. Who's bothering thinking thoughts right now.

He's actually pretty capable of holding them both up like that, believe it or not. Particularly since she is leaning on him so much, oddly? It's weird. But, really, what about this place isn't? ]

[She assists in the whole endeavor of keeping them both upright by winding one arm around his neck. She breaks the kiss breathlessly, leaning back slightly to look at him.]

I really don't know why I didn't do that sooner.

[ He holds on to her, similarly somewhat winded. ]

I think... I think we talked about it. I don't remember why. I don't know why either. Do you want to do it again?

I think you were anti-one night stand. I swear I'll make breakfast in the morning. [Then nodding and kissing him again before he's really got a chance to make any sort of protest.]

[ Was he? He doesn't... Remember that very well. Part of that might be the alcohol. Part of that might be the kissing she's doing again, right there. Part of it might just be reneging on his precious decision. Who knows. But he's kissing back pretty easily - protest? who's protesting? - giving as good as he gets. ]

[Oh good. It's not nearly as much fun when only one person is doing the giving. She breaks the kiss breathless again.]

My place or yours?

[ Uhhhhhh ] hhhhhhhh...

Who's is closer?

Mine is...not that far. [She waves in a direction.] Six, half a dozen. Come on. Mine.

[She shoves herself off the stool and him to the floor, swaying a bit.]

Come on, Stud. I'm gonna need you to help me home.

[ He let's ("let's") her shove him off and comes up on his feet similarly a little wobbly. But he takes a step over to her, holds out his arm for her to take, and then says: ] Lead the way. Even though I've already... been there. I actually would probably get lost on the way there anyway.

[Lucy laughs, leaning on him as they wander out the door.] I think I've lived there long enough to manage to find my way.

[ That is so infectious, that laugh. It's so great. He's really fond of that laugh. ] Yeah? I forget how long that is. No no wait don't- don't tell me it's sad. Happy stuff, right. Let's talk about happy stuff. [ Which apparently to Harry means he wants to try and kiss your neck while en route to her place. ]

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