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Freya looked up at the young man speaking and she offered him hopeless smile as she shrugged her shoulders, the booze was certainly doing its trick. “It all makes sense now.” She drawled as she picked up another one. “I don’t know how people do this all the time.” She said shaking her head, the sheer smell an indication of the awful taste to come.
Ezra watched her, shaking his head. “I don’t, either,” he said. “I don’t do it, actually. I’m not really that much of a drinker, and definitely not straight -- what is that? Tequila? I can smell it from here, it’s like paint thinner.”











