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I dunno. It made the room stop spinning for me, at least.

Well good for you, I still feel like garbage and it did not purge my hangover like I hoped it would.

You’ll live. Or at least, you’ll survive the hangover part. Whether or not you survive the humiliation is anyone’s guess.

You don’t know that for sure. The humiliation is pretty bad too. I lost all sense of English propriety.

… you could say that, yeah. But I’d say you just got fun, so there’s that.

Because I let you drag me into you getting on a table and climbing a statue shenanigans?

Exactly that, yeah. Besides, the statue thing was only a bad idea once we needed to get down again. And I caught you, sort of, so it was fine.

Oh.
That’s what the bruise on my ribs is from then.
Wonderful.

Better than them being broken. You’re welcome, by the way.

My Knight in shining leather jacket.

Maybe I’ll even give you a princess carry next time. Save you eating shit on your way home.

Maybe I enjoy skinning my knees.
But I might let you if you can pick me up.

You say that like it’s a challenge.

It is!

[ It’s not. It wouldn’t be difficult AT ALL. ]

Sure. I’ve finally met my match in a skinny British man. There’s no way I could lift you.

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