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Various hallways, Friday night

You know what every school dorm building needs? A punk and a prince stumbling around the hallways, delightfully drunk, looking for people to kiss.

"Free kisses!" Priestly announced. "Ever wanted to kiss a real prince? This is your chance!" Priestly slung an arm over Edward's shoulders. Or tried. The puffy sleeves made it an interesting endeavor. "Marriage proposals need not apply!"

[ooc: yep, Priestly and Edward are drunk. And looking for girls to kiss.]

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"Well. I'm not gonna say no right now. It's the spirit of the thing."

She just smiled at him a little challengingly.

He was too drunk to get challenging looks.

"Well? Come on, here's your chance to show me how those piercings make for a more enjoyable experience."

"What?" Priestly blinked. "Oh! Right! Yes." He leaned in.

She met him halfway, smiling against his lips.

Hopefully, his piercings and facial hair would be all they were cracked up to be.

He wasn't getting any objections from her. She was clearly quite enjoying herself.

Priestly had found his happy place, as well.

When she finally had to come up for air, Peyton was grinning. "Mmmm... I can definitely see the appeal."

Priestly grinned back. "Hey, it totally makes it interesting on this end, too."

"Oh yeah?" she said with a grin. "Good to know."

"Kisses and information. We offer the best!"

"And the odds of you remembering any of this when you're sober?"

"If I don't, the radio will remind me?"

"Oooh. Good point," Peyton said. "I forget about that sometimes, though Lord knows I shouldn't after everything that's happened."

"You end up on the radio a lot?"

"Sadly, yes," Peyton admitted. "It's how I found out I'd nearly gone home with a demon. I have bad luck like that."

"A --" Priestly blinked. "What, like a real one?"

She nodded. "Yep. Like I said, I'm unlucky that way. I also get taken in by allll the doubles."

"Man, you need better observation skills."

"Hey, I rarely make the same mistake twice," she protested. "Once I've screwed up I can always tell which is which."

"Wow," Priestly said with drunken honesty. "I can't tell if that's skillful or kinda sad."

"Hey, this would be me pouting right here!"

Man, pouting just made lips more kissable.

That might've been said out loud.

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