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For a moment, he and Favor look at one another, each one swaying in his own fog, the saloon still rolling above them in the air, and Favor has no idea who cracks first, but the next thing he’s aware of, they’re leaning together, cackling with laughter. All of the other nonsense they have to contend with on the drive, but here they are, so overbearingly, pleasantly drunk Favor isn’t even thinking of the morning now, not at all, with Rowdy’s shoulder pressing against his.
Rowdy leans so heavily they list, off-balance, boots slipping in the mud. Favor manages to grab Rowdy’s vest and the wall, and Rowdy’s arm loops over Favor’s shoulder. They’re laughing as they regain their balance, a knot of limbs. They’re laughing as the world reasserts itself the proper manner. Favor can feel Rowdy laughing as his hand drags down Rowdy’s chest, can feel the cords of muscle in Rowdy’s arm as it tightens, a thumb at the top of his shirt, the nape of his neck, Rowdy’s other arm coming up in his periphery, and then they’re no longer laughing because Rowdy’s mouth is over Favor’s and the world isn’t spinning anymore.