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I immediately stepped back through the door to bring out one of the dining table chairs.
"It's okay," he assured me. "We can share."
I looked skeptically at the lounger. "I don't think you want me sitting on your lap and you're way too big to fit on mine."
He smiled indulgently at me. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind. Come here."
Gigs Drunk Movies He took me by the hand and led me to the chair. First he sat down but let his legs dangle over the sides. Then he encouraged me to sit down between his legs and lean back into his chest. It was a very intimate position and one I wasn't ready to adopt. Instead, I turned to face him and sat on the lower portion of the chair, with my legs hanging over the edge as well.
Gigs Drunk Movies He deftly opened the two beers and handed a bottle to me. I felt self-conscious as he watched me take a long swig of mine. It was a habit I'd gotten into when I first started drinking beer. I didn't really like the taste of the stuff so I drank it in a few long sips just to get past the bitterness. It wasn't until later that I learned there were better tasting beers on the market, but by then the habit was ingrained.
Gigs Drunk Movies "So," I asked, trying desperately to find something innocuous to say, "What do I call you? I don't think I've ever heard your name."
"Oh, yeah, I guess you wouldn't have. I'm Bryan."
"Thanks for the beer, Bryan. I'm Debra."
"Yeah, I know."
"You know?"
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