[Like a moth to a flame, she wanders over, plucking up her own chosen bottle of tequila and peering down across the curve of his bare shoulder— the idea that it might be considered tasteless to stare is (unsurprisingly) the farthest thing from her mind. As far as she's concerned, she's in good company, now that Sam's taken the time to prove himself.
Soaking it up for all it's worth while she's here? Seems like the right way to go.]
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[Like a moth to a flame, she wanders over, plucking up her own chosen bottle of tequila and peering down across the curve of his bare shoulder— the idea that it might be considered tasteless to stare is (unsurprisingly) the farthest thing from her mind. As far as she's concerned, she's in good company, now that Sam's taken the time to prove himself.
Soaking it up for all it's worth while she's here? Seems like the right way to go.]