Aster was stealing my drink all night, despite the burning sensation that made her shudder with every sip.  Maybe I should’ve stopped her, but I was too curious.

I was disappointed until a minute ago.  Didn’t think an angel could hold liquor like that.  Just two girls sitting on the rooftops looking at the stars and trading swallows from a plastic cup sometimes.

Everyone has a breaking point though.

She tastes like alcohol, but cold and sweet underneath.  Sharp enough to clear the fog from my head and deep enough to drown me.

I think I like when Aster’s drunk.

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Now this one, I like.  Aster drunk and Diana curious is just too cute.  See this is why I love to write with them.  They just work.
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