If he were any drunker, he might have just stripped the owl right here - luckily he'd been having fun instead of trying to forget his woes, so instead just chased after the beezeljuice taste in Stolas' mouth and leaned into him. Fuck yeah, Stolas was getting the absolute sloppy from him, the roar of the party droning out as he dipped the bird to deepen the kiss.
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