[ Rey's taste in men: walking disasters with few to no braincells. ]
I think if you don't get off the floor, BB-8 is going to accuse me of neglect.
[ Speaking of disaster, she's gonna just. Take his arm and sort of pull him up as gently as she can so he's half-sitting, half-leaning on her. And okay, yeah, he's definitely very drunk. The smell of alcohol is practically coming out of his pores. ] Okay, you're going to have to hold onto me. [ She dumps the bag over her shoulder onto the floor to better use all of herself as leverage. ]
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[ Rey's taste in men: walking disasters with few to no braincells. ]
I think if you don't get off the floor, BB-8 is going to accuse me of neglect.
[ Speaking of disaster, she's gonna just. Take his arm and sort of pull him up as gently as she can so he's half-sitting, half-leaning on her. And okay, yeah, he's definitely very drunk. The smell of alcohol is practically coming out of his pores. ] Okay, you're going to have to hold onto me. [ She dumps the bag over her shoulder onto the floor to better use all of herself as leverage. ]