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                       -- “ Send me a "◄" for a drunk kiss from my muse. “

[brumousgem]

                                    {Garnet had never been drunk before.

It was some sort of special occasion, which one she could no longer remember. Gem bodies were nearly indestructible, capable of handling intense pressure, temperature, and mass amounts of stress-- but alcohol was in a category all to itself.

       There was nothing quite like it back on the Homeworld and Garnet had been unprepared.

Even now, as she unsteadily braced herself against Howlite, she could feel the euphoric waves the human substance was washing over her. A     wide,    crooked    grin  pulled at the sides of her lips, stretching the dark-purple flush of her cheeks. Powerful, drunken hands grabbed the sides of Howl’s face, locking it there as the fusion closed the spaces between their lips in a slightly too-overzealous kiss.