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[butterflyfactor]

Even with how long the walk back to the house is, I'm still tipsy when we get there. Not drunk- I can walk a straight line and recite the alphabet backward, but I would probably find it way more amusing than under normal circumstances. I'm at least glad I wore sneakers instead of real heels. It probably made things easier than I realize. But again- tipsy. Not drunk. Jamie isn't the only one harboring concerns over things he might do under the influence that he's otherwise resolved not to. At least, not just yet.

Layla pushed the door to the house open and knelt to catch Richards before he could run out, part of her dress still gathered in one hand as it had been for most of the walk.

"Hey, there, champ. No wild parties while we were out?"

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[howmanylives]

Richards merely barked, and given that they'd established that neither of them actually spoke dog, Jamie was left only to assume that their house was still in one piece, and that there hadn't been some doggy pow wow while they were out. Slipping off his coat, he hooked it up on the bamboo coatrack that stood in the corner, then stepped out of his shoes, which he quickly picked up from the ground before the dog could get at them.

"He's too smart to tell us if he did."