I've got a bottle somewhere. [ But he makes no immediate effort to untangle himself from Locus. No sign of moving for a short while, nuzzled in close and breathing and enjoying the weighty confirmation that this is real, that Locus is here and not leaving. A faint chirrup from one of the pouches hanging has him blink. Emu's fluffy head pops out to peer at them.
Right. Tequila.
He presses a kiss to Locus' cheek and slips away, rummaging around in the kitchen until he finds a bottle, two shot glasses, a salt shaker, and sliced lime. To the coffee table go the spoils. ]
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Right. Tequila.
He presses a kiss to Locus' cheek and slips away, rummaging around in the kitchen until he finds a bottle, two shot glasses, a salt shaker, and sliced lime. To the coffee table go the spoils. ]