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"Delivery? Hot damn, y'all must really want to get laid. You sure ya ain't tryin' to butter me up for a threesome with Sim? Cause it still ain't gunna happen," she teased him, laughing. It was nice to get special treatment now and again, even if she had to wait for Christmas for it to happen. Plus, eggnog; how could you go wrong?
"Go on, boy, get to it," the blonde joked, giving him a playful little prod in the direction of the refreshment table. "You get the nog, I'll grab the stoop to sit on."
She was glad they were here on time. There were still quite a few tables to sit at and get well oiled before they had to vacate the seats and mingle amongst the late masses.
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