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“I never would have had the courage to kiss her if I was sober.” Nick frowned at David, although he supposed if the unnamed girl wasn’t drunk, it wasn't assault.
Harry always called alcohol “liquid courage”. Maybe that's what he needed.
Maybe he hadn't drank enough at Harry's party and that's why he chickened out. The rugby team's annual training camp was in a week.
He already knew Harry would be sneaking some vodka in - he hadn't shut up about it. Nick wondered if, after a few shots, he would finally be able to work up the nerve this time.
