Lush was slightly worried that the appearance of vodka might put turn her cheeks from the colour of innocence to the colour of experience, but hearing S refer to her as "decent" restored her confidence in purity, chastity, decency, and other lofty words that end in "y."
Warmed by either Mithadan's politeness (which was so smooth, it could practically serve as a slip 'n slide) or the alcohol, Lush threw back another "stopka" and made eyes at Squatter's manly charm, impressed with the fact that he managed to get the cuff-links from the pawnbroker, as intended.
She also wondered whether she was still supposed to kiss anyone (a major threat to her innocence no doubt!), as decreed by Diamond-the-wise-and-too-attractive-for-her-own-good, but decided to decide that after another shot.
[ May 01, 2003: Message edited by: Lush ]
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