"You need a drink," Yukimura declared, leaning against a wall mostly because he really can't stand upright. He has a bottle of cheap strawberry wine in one hand and a bottle of mouth wash in the other. "What's your poison?" he asked, holding them both up.
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Date: 2008-12-15 12:55 am (UTC)