He shook his head and thought about it for a second. “Maybe I'm not straight? Can I still be straight when I'm sitting here looking into your eyes?” he asked. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or maybe he wasn't as straight as he thought he was.“Yes. Absolutely.” Cormac nodded and watched him closely.“Even when I think they're so pretty? They are, you know. So many different shades of brown…and a little green. Just a touch; not a lot. So pretty.” He sighed happily, watching those dark eyes staring back at him in surprise. He lay his head on his arms, smiling at the way Cormac flushed in embarrassment and turned his full attention onto his bottle of beer.“Wow, you are super drunk.

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