“Are you drunk?” Kristin asked standing in front of Phil.  He looked like a hot mess.  

 

            “No,” he smiled, his cheeks flushed.  “Are you?” 

 

            Kristin scratched her head.  “I just got here.”  He was intoxicated already.  This wasn’t part of the plan.  “Can we go somewhere and talk?” 

 

            “Yeah,” he licked his lips.  “Where do you want to go?” 

 

            They were in the middle of a walk-out basement in a large,...

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