“Well…” I drank back what wine was left in my glass, “you’re smashed.”

“Good point, but think about it,” Susan slumped a little in her chair, “can you call me a taxi?”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” it took a while for the invitation to sink in.

“Afraid I’ll ravish you in the night?” she broke into a fit of giggles, “I promise to keep my hands to myself, honest.”

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