<span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 15px">By the Gods. She knew Goodman was off his rocker. It was obvious with the practical drool nearly falling to the table and onto his own lasagna. King was up and out of his seat, catching the inebriated man before he face-planted the food. Thank the Unseelie Fae for their ability at making alcohol that could knock out an entire football team within a few sips. <br/>
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<b><i>Lightweight.</i></b> <br/>
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She chuckled softly before settling into her own plate, pleased that it came out as well as it did. </span></span>