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[captainfuckingmagic]

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

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[captainfuckingmagic]

[ 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?

[mightbeconcussed]

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.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ 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. ]

[mightbeconcussed]

[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?

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ Uhhhhhh ] hhhhhhhh...

Who's is closer?

[mightbeconcussed]

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.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ 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.

[mightbeconcussed]

[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.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[ 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. ]