[The silence is almost a good thing. Rey hates having to listen to people's drunk ramblings, and Atem seems to be a roller coaster right now. But then he goes limp, and she's having to drag him. She stops abruptly with an indignant huff.]
Fuck it. You're giving me no choice. [With that, she hoists him over her shoulder, arm secured around his back as she carries him like a sack of potatoes. He weighs about that much, anyway. Maybe lighter.]
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Fuck it. You're giving me no choice. [With that, she hoists him over her shoulder, arm secured around his back as she carries him like a sack of potatoes. He weighs about that much, anyway. Maybe lighter.]