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msuxelodie·:
“so that’s what you’ve been drinking all night?” elodie snatches the bottle out of the other’s hand. it was inconspicuous, an unmarked, harmless water bottle, hardly anything to raise alarms about, until he had gotten a little too close and she could smell it.
not that elodie is going to tattle. she would never.
“no wonder you’ve been putting your paws all over me.” which wasn’t a complaint. it was very much not a complaint. still, she cracks a little grin, sniffing the bottle once more before putting it to her lips.
it stings a little going down and she winces. okay, so he was going for the strong stuff. “i can’t believe you weren’t going to share this with me.” her finger jabs his chest, hissing at him in their little corner of barely there privacy that she had dragged him off to, bunny tails bouncing behind the two of them.
“i let you couple costume with me and eloise and this is how you repay me?” her threats were completely empty, if it wasn’t obvious by the minimal distance they had put between them. “i should rat you out, bunny boy.” she wouldn’t. they both knew that, obvious by how she takes another drink before finally returning the bottle to him.
a drink shared with @msudory
dory doesn’t have a problem with alcohol, nor drugs. no, not at all. despite him having been nursing a two litre bottle of vodka lemonade all evening, he thinks he’s entirely within the bounds of normal drinking habits. he likes to pretend he’s keeping extra hydrated, so the bottles unlabelled, but he’d poured it with 1/3 vodka, so the b*tch was strong.
“it’s good.” he responds, watching her down his current drink of choice. of course, he’s not going to deny that he’s tipsy, if not more than tipsy, but that doesn’t mean that he’s not acting himself, or out of the ordinary. in fact, he’d like to think he’s more himself when he’s inebriated. he can’t keep his hands off of elodie not because he’s intoxicated, but because she’s hot, and he’d have to be blind not to see, and want to appreciate it.
he chuckles, looking down at her finger poking into his chest. he’s about to argue that he was just getting his fill, before offering it around (though that would’ve been a lie), but he’s cut off by her playful threats. they pull a smirk to his lips, and he can’t help but reach out and slide his arms round her waist. “mmm... but you won’t.” he says, voice low as he takes the bottle back. he takes a short swig of it, then caps it and shoves it into his tiny little bag that’s enchanted to be bigger on the inside. “but, i can repay you for that any way you want.” there’s a mischievous smirk tugging on the corner of his lips as he pulls elodie closer.















