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With his clear plastic bottle clutched against his chest, Matthew gave you an ironically sober stare. "Okay, well, listen, man..." He leaned over and nestled shoulder-to-shoulder with you. "If you're old enough to fuck, but not old enough to drink --- and not smart enough to sneak shit in --- you gotta find the drunkest MILF at the party and either a) seduce her into giving you a drink when nobody's looking, or b) use your tongue to get drunk from her spit." He gives you a stern look before leaning back. His eyes -- having returned to their natural teasing state -- scan the crowd. "Or, if you're gay..." he flicked his fingers toward the left side of the room, where Dr. Chilton was bracing almost all his weight against his cane. He was laughing, giggling, stumbling over his words in a basic conversation, and every part of him looked the part of the fool. Matthew held his laughter behind his voice. "...you should go for old Frederick."
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