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"Now l-listen 'ere, you...." Derek mumbled, his words slurring as he stumbled against the door frame of Charlie's house, a half empty bottle of vodka clutched in his hand, "Y're bossy 'n annoying most times.... And s'times you wear this girly perfume tha' smells like Pepto Bismal threw up on you...." He paused, stumbling again, "'ut I like you. Y're tiny 'n cute.... 'N y're face crinkles when you laugh." He tripped over his feet trying to shift and fell to the ground with a pained yip. He may have already drank a whole bottle of vodka, so his thinking was a little less than ideal.
Why was he at Charlie's house again?










