"You're going to bed," Bert replied, smirking, and started towards the door again. Carrying her wasn't the easiest thing in the world - like her, he was built more for speed than strength - but it was remarkably satisfying. The wine might have been responsible for that satisfaction, of course.
The probability that she might vomit down his back was less satisfying, but what was life without a little risk?
"I swear," he told her casually, as he carried her inside, "I have never seen anyone get so drunk on so little. We need to work on your stomach."
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Date: 2015-02-26 08:43 pm (UTC)The probability that she might vomit down his back was less satisfying, but what was life without a little risk?
"I swear," he told her casually, as he carried her inside, "I have never seen anyone get so drunk on so little. We need to work on your stomach."