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by official decree of captain marvel, sundays are now a strictly pants-optional affair across the entire quadrant.
โ โ โ โ โฒ แดแดสแดส แด
แดษดแด แดสs.
โโโโโค แดแดแดแดแดษชษด แดแดสแด แดส.
the playful confidence she usually carried flickered, replaced by a sharp, sudden sobriety that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
โdon't talk like that,โ she snapped, though her voice lacked any real biteโit was purely defensive.
โyou're not dying. not on my watch, โ
โ and definitely not over a drink.โ
she leaned in, closing the distance between them. a small, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips as she softened.
โas for the kiss. . .โ she murmured, her gaze dropping to his lips for a fraction of a second before meeting his eyes โ
carol's eyes narrowed, tracking the stray droplet that traced a path down his jaw. she hadn't expected him to drain the liquid fire so recklessly, especially knowing the lethal potency of a brew that made standard vodka feel like water.
โcareful now,โ she remarked, her โ
โ instinct for stubborn pride.
with a flick of her wrist, carol uncorked the next bottle, the sharp, medicinal sting of the alcohol immediately filling the air between them.
โif you're lookin' to melt your insides, i'm happy to provide the fuel. but don't expect me to carry โ