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“Mabes?” Dipper asked, feeling the bubbles of the mess that was his stomach. The junk food, alcohol, and now with her silence, worries. “I asked, how do you feel?”
“Ah!” she jumped, then started to look around, working up from the trance. He would be more troubled by the view if he didn’t see her do that even when sober.
“I am alive… alive!”
“I can see that, but ten minutes…” he sighed, how much? He thought the beer can rolling in his hand.
“Sorry,” she said, more aware of him. “I was…, I don’t know. Just out I guess”
The night was almost dead. The energy of the first drink was almost gone. He felt compelled to end it there. Instead, he reached her.
“Mabel” he called her, and she looked back to see Dipper with open arms, waiting. Alarms went off. But she went to him. One night, could they have that?
“Dipper?” she said, and he saw her as she came. Closer and closer, until she gave up, letting gravity finish the job. She fell, no more resistance.
They embrace each other. For one night, just one. They repeated. Hopping to go back after, while getting farther. Wanting less and less to return.