Binder Fred
3 rings to bind them all!
With the besalisk yanking him away from Mir, Mack lets his hand brush along the female scout's shapely posterior before being pulled from her reach.
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«In the corridor:
"I-" Sloor frowns, snarls, goes to say something, his expressions magnified by drink, before wiping all that off the metaphorical table with a sweep of his lower left: "Well stawp it. She can hawld her frekking drink just fine awn her awn, alright?"Mack jerks a thumb over his shoulder in Mir's direction, "Well, I was trying to help Mir have a good excuse to not drink. Copping a feel is a just a bonus. Are you jealous or something?"
His teeth are just a *little* bit tight.
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