Gretch shook her head, helplessly, suddenly remembering why she didn't drink this mead. It made her giddy and giggly and Natalie's laughter wasn't helping her reign herself in. "It's not you," she tried to explain, inwardly shrugging and reaching out to snag the bottle and take another swig. She deserved a night to be silly and stupid, she hadn't done so in years and years.
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