[ He probably did. He was actually kind of proud of himself for not running to Seventh Heaven to drown in something else. Kicking a sim's ass was more productive, kind of.
He reaches out and takes the shot, tossing it back and rolling the now empty glass in his hand. The liquor burned, and he welcomed that. A new sensation, a physical one, one that didn't hurt so badly. ]
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He reaches out and takes the shot, tossing it back and rolling the now empty glass in his hand. The liquor burned, and he welcomed that. A new sensation, a physical one, one that didn't hurt so badly. ]
You going to help me up or not?