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Azrael was so tempted to make a sexual joke about that first line, but he held back. It would be odd...right? Rolling his eyes at himself, he noticed another pint of beer, watching how Dritz drank it and eyeing that drop that slipped down his lips. What a waste to wipe away.
"Someone seems to be getting drunk tonight." Azrael muttered, joking somewhat although he was kind of asking in a sense as well. How much had he had to drink anyways? The angel then smiled when he mentioned spinning, scowling slightly while sitting down beside Dritz.
"You have to be joking..." Azrael spoke, his eyes still resting on the others, but his full attention was on Dritz.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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