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a small smirk tugged at the woman’s lips, tilting her head a little, “what, and kissing you is the key to having fun?” she teased lightly, “bold assumption.”
“who knows, i’d like to think it is baby.” he teased back, “i’m a fucking hoot. don’t people usually make out at parties?” he was now leaning against a door frame, sipping on the last of his mixed drink in little to no clothes for his toga (if it even passed as one).




















