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_“WHAT???

    _{ME???  D R U N K ???
               In— h i c—- possible..!”}

_{[ He’s a dirty, filthy liar. ]
      It’s evident in his tone,
  his posture,
  the way his tie is crooked and the hat that is usually cocked so charmingly is thrown on carelessly,
 lilted in an unusual way–}

    _{“You're  l y i n g…! Hah!”}

                        “I’m sorry for lying Skulduggery.  
  But I just don’t want such a dear friend of mine; being
         drunk and getting himself into fights-      because that 
         would result in me getting into fights,     and a broken 
         nose would not be appreciated.” 

                  She’s not even going to bother arguing with him,
          instead she’s going to remain hopeful that he is drunk
          enough to  not notice the  missing     gun and car keys 
          that she managed   to get off   of him when he was up
          at the bar.

                   “Besides, I know my best friend would never get
          drunk because that would mean   that I would have to 
          drive the   Bentley home,       and I’m sure he wouldn’t
          want that.”