Erin put her elbow on the side of the chair, face in her hands as she gently rapped her cheek with her fingers. He was aiming to put her in a coma, wasn't he? See---she wasn't a very good drunk. She could hold her own, but her boys would tell you that she definitely let her self loose and apparently having a near concussion had the same affects. So while she was a naturally flirty person, she definitely was able to hold back.
"Well, it's not like you'd look bad. I have a thing for men in kilts," she said, dropping her hand and smirking. Well, at least that was true, kilts made things---well---oy, easier, and she'd always thought Scottish men were so handsome when---well.
Yes, she needed to shut up, he was going to run away screaming that she was a crazy woman.
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