[ Even when they were (are?) dating he didn't bother waiting up for Molly, accustomed more to waking up with him than falling asleep with anyone. The sound that leaves him as a heavy weight flops half-on him is a wheezy one, startled awake with a pained grunt and blinking wide-eyed at the lump of a man at his side. The single beds aren't massive so he has to twist around on the spot with some difficulty, trapped under the sheets, in order to prod Molly with enough force to wake him. ]
Hey. Molly, hey, [ the smell hits him a minute later, ] whoa. Shit. Are you drunk?
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Hey. Molly, hey, [ the smell hits him a minute later, ] whoa. Shit. Are you drunk?