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She looked over at him gently. "Thank you."
"I don't," he admitted. "But I thought it'd be fun to try."
She looked a little nervous, sitting patiently.
He looked over at her with a grin. "Great."
She looked around curiously. "I don't know.. I usually just have wine or champagne."
He shrugged. "I thought it'd be fun. Is that okay?"
She went to it, raising an eyebrow at him.
He nodded. "They had a sale on alcohol. I don't really drink often, but.."
She nodded slowly. "Looks like it."
He took them to the kitchen. "It was alright."
She rolled her eyes playfully, continuing to look.
(Zoop!) A few weeks later, Abel came home from the stores, grocery bags in his arms.
She laughed. "What do you like?"
He quieted, shutting his eyes.
She shrugged hesitantly. "I don't drink much."
She followed him, looking around.
He held her close, closing his eyes. "Fine."
She nodded, getting up and offering her hand.
He raised his eyebrows, flushing a little. "Maybe I don't."
She sat up, stretching. "Do you know where to go?"
