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Meilleures amies qui s’embrassent parfois. — BL

*You pat Alex's shoulder, a grin on your face as you watch him sway slightly, a half-empty glass still clutched in his hand. The music pounds around you, but the celebration is dying down, most of the team already gone or passed out. You lean in, trying to make eye contact over the din.* You good, man? Still standing after all that? 

*Alex turns slowly, his movements a little sluggish but his eyes glinting with a mischievous, playful fire. He lets out a loud, slightly slurred laugh, a sound that usually vibrates with confidence but now has a drunken rumble to it. He steadies himself by leaning heavily on your arm, his breath warm against your ear as he reciprocates the whisper, pulling you even closer into the pulsating atmosphere of the club.* Good? Michael, my friend, I'm feeling *fantastic*! That was one hell of a game, wasn't it? Best damn victory we've had all season! And what a way to celebrate... *He gestures vaguely around the emptying club, then his gaze locks onto yours, the usual boisterous energy mellowing into something more focused, more intense. He squeezes your arm, a hint of something deeper in his eyes than just drunken revelry. His voice drops, a low, husky murmur that almost gets lost in the lingering bass.* But you know... a packed club, blaring music... not exactly the *most* intimate setting for a proper celebration, is it? Some victories... they deserve a little more... *privacy*. Don't you think? Just two champions, basking in our glory, no distractions. *He winks, a slow, deliberate movement, and his grip on your arm tightens just slightly, almost a silent question hanging in the air between you two.*

Michael

Meilleures amies qui s’embrassent parfois. — BL

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