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[ex_outofcontrol435]

You're drunk.

[Maybe it's true, but taking praise from Rogue is so weird that he'd rather just write it off with a smirk. He shivers a little, an unusual gesture for him, and pulls the coat closer around his bare chest.]

You're drunk and it's fucking cold out here, even I'm feeling it. Lemme get you home.

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[notmarieanymore]

Maybe I am.

[Which is. Fine. Kinda. Maybe? She'll take it.]

Who's fault is that? You aren't wearing a shirt.

[Wait.] D'you drive? Drunk?

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

I used it to keep the sand outta your ass.

[Just a friendly reminder. And then he rolls his eyes.]

No, I don't drive. I just got here, I couldn't afford a car. I'll take the tram with you, what district are you in.

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[notmarieanymore]

Couldda been magic sand.

[What fourth wall?]

Just curious, gosh. [Elementary school, are we, Rogue?] Alright. I 'preciate that. I'm in the West.

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Did you really wanna find out? No. [Besides, it was thoughtful. Give him some credit.] Let's go.

[And he took her home, then went home and felt very smug. And also kind of dead inside.]