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Lowering her voice to an inhumanly deep baritone, Bradley trembled out a blood curdling “NO!” before tossing a casual glance towards June. “Impressive, right? Caesar the ape impression. Always goes down a riot at the old people’s home when I break in at night to tickle their toes.” Newfound giddiness swelling up in her chest like a helium balloon, a reaction she was trying not to tie too closely to Jesse’s comment alone, Bradley surrendered to a small laugh as she pottered around to get another beer. “He’s probably wine drunk like an Oscar Wilde impersonator again. Doubt he’d comment otherwise,” came as she plucked up another bottle by the neck, aimlessly combing her surroundings for a bottle opener before impulsively deciding to whack it against the corner of her desk as if that would do anything. Top part of the bottle splintering upon impact, Bradley was left clutching the bubbling remains as golden liquid trickled down her arm like the Niagara Falls before soaking into the carpet. “Shit. Had way more of a seamless lumberjack vibe in my head.”
“That really is peak college,” June said, watching the fizzy mess trickling down the ugly wood. “That’s going to get so sticky. I know from experience freshman year after I chipped the wood on my dresser a billion times from bottles of hard cider.” She wiped the surface with handfuls of paper towels, the smell of beer permeating the air around them. Her head spun in the slightest way, but not enough to the point of vodka-induced blurred visions, which was rather coveted in June’s mind at the moment. “Why are we confined to beer again? Ah yes, it’s a boy’s night. But for once it would’ve been nice to enjoy Spanish news with some wine. I need the rush of having wine for the first time and getting the urge to make out with everyone. Actually, why are we inside tonight at all?”