Dean splutters, limbs too clumsy to stop his ignominious descent beneath the surface of the water. He manages to get his nose topside, and then his mouth, now set in an impressive scowl.
"Now you have time to make me tea." He licks at blue lips. "Put whiskey in it."
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Date: 2013-12-30 06:42 am (UTC)"Now you have time to make me tea." He licks at blue lips. "Put whiskey in it."