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Misha was pretty sure that he wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't had way too much to drink. But he had, and he was drunk. And Sam seemed willing enough to give it a shot, if he was. Sam was kind of confusing, in a good way; muscular like a boy, but with a pretty face, and amazing lips. Lips that Misha bent down to kiss, his breath tainted with the scent of whiskey and beer.
"You really never do this before?" he growled softly, pulling the boy out the back door of the club and into the alley.