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Heero took another fortifying shot of tequila. His fifth.
He would go up and tell her this time.
The way she bent just so in front of him. The lower and lower cuts her blouses took. The manner her pens traveled in and out of her mouth when she was 'thinking'.
He had played dumb long enough; he was getting smarter with every shot.
"Relena, no more games." He?d say.
There she was!
"Relena," Heero?s world swam as he touched her arm. "No more. . . ."
". . .tequila for you." She finished for him as he passed out.
