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They can't get shit done when they're drunk. It's a theory that's been tried and tested a dozen times over, but they lean in to get their mouths together anyway and as per usual, end up smacking foreheads, hard. They grumble "sodding fuck ow!" at the same time and sit back on unsteadily bent legs, rubbing the sore spots and then promptly crack up laughing, which is part two of the theory. Billy falls onto his back and watches the ceiling dance. "You realize we're still in the hall," Dom says, which earns him a swift pinch to the arse. |