Reluctantly, he sits up a little and takes inventory of the room. G, g, g... Nothing starts with G. "Grapefruit vodka." He knows that's not right, but he also knows she wouldn't let it go if he didn't guess. "Come on, give it up." His head lolls back against her couch cushion, eyes wide and doughy.
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Date: 2016-03-10 09:56 pm (UTC)