Faolan does his best in the face of such doggy affections, but he's grateful when the other man reels her in and rescues him from her.
"Always a perfect lady, huh?" he asks, with a wry twist to his lips as he does. Still, she is a good dog, and aside from some over-excitement every now and then, she really is well-behaved. He sits back in the futon and swirls his drink that he's been nursing, taking another swig of it. He's already had perhaps more than he otherwise might have done, but it is Christmas Eve, and he's got nowhere to be tomorrow but here.
He looks down at his watch himself and then over at the other man. "Not long now," he says. "Think you can make it?"
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"Always a perfect lady, huh?" he asks, with a wry twist to his lips as he does. Still, she is a good dog, and aside from some over-excitement every now and then, she really is well-behaved. He sits back in the futon and swirls his drink that he's been nursing, taking another swig of it. He's already had perhaps more than he otherwise might have done, but it is Christmas Eve, and he's got nowhere to be tomorrow but here.
He looks down at his watch himself and then over at the other man. "Not long now," he says. "Think you can make it?"