Originally Posted by
Benson
Gearstride-Civic Center-Kitchen
"Thank-you beautiful...but with no vodka or my saddle bag in which I have the fruit leather substitute....I can't make the hangover cure...this blows," She wobbled over to Silverpine and joined him in being slumped on the table.
"Wanna go take a nap sweetstuff? It's the next best thing," She weakly nuzzled him on his cheek.