#lilymooning

“moon!  how the fuck are you?”  seamus shouted over the music, pulling the girl into a quick hug.  he hadn’t seen her all night.  he was several drinks in, and assumed as much from her.  so there only seemed to be one logical next step:  “you wanna do shots?”  fully aware of the answer, he tugged on her sleeve to guide her over to the drink table before she could respond.  “eenie meenie minie … ”  he covered his eyes and pointed back and forth between the bottles until he landed on one.  “vodka.  fuck.”  with a heavy sigh, he poured two shots for them and handed one to her.  “cheers, i guess!”