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He shook his head and gave a faint sood idea”

They stood up, heading for the door She did her best to control her gait She felt her knees were a bit weak, well actually, her legs felt like jelly She couldn’t have been that drunk

“You’re walking funny,” he remarked as they headed for the car

“Just this wine thingy That’s what I told you”

“Would you like some tea to sober you up?”

“Can we just sit somewhere?”

“We’re near ested “Perhaps you can take a rest there before I bring you back to your place”

It was one of Justin’s three units in Malibu, all were at least thirty minutes away from her apartment

She nodded, fighting to stay awake Did people feel extra frisky when they were drunk? She didn’t say anything, afraid it would sound trivial or too forward They headed for a ten-story building, and his unit was one of those two units that had a private elevator that led all the way to the penthouse She was half asleep by the tiot to his two thousand square foot pad, replete with a baby grand piano, a one hundred eighty-degree view of the beach and sensor activated lights

She stood at the door, a to drop on the shiny azines Her drunkenness had momentarily vanished

“You live here?” she said, stepping in

“Partially,” he replied “Let et you some water Take a seat anywhere you like”

The lass of tepid water, he found her half asleep on the couch “Mikaela, drink souess the as a bad idea, huh?”

“A little,” she slurred “God this is eether”

“It’s a little cute and a little annoying,” he said