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Billy swishes his vodka and the ice clinks, and Dom thinks the word 'glockenspiel' for no reason."
heee...but that is like life, isn't it? Strange and inappropriate things have a way of just popping into our consciousness now and again and I love how you capture those little "Oh yeah, that DOES happen" moments in your fics.
I love your Dom and Billy and their funny but adorable friendship, and I like how the story has that alcohol-induced haze over it that makes it all strange and ethereal. And I absolutely love:
Billy's T-shirt is soft and warm from his body, and the side of Dom's face is warm from being pressed into it
Dom says, "I can't remember how I got here."
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"I said, 'I bet you say that to all the girls.'"
*squee* and LOL!! I love that. And ooooh, when Billy touches his face...It's the sort of touch that doesn't quite know what it's doing there...*sigh*...I just love how you phrase things.
I really liked all the elements...how it started out with Dom's childhood memories, and how you went into both their dreams. And there was so much funny, too, and pretty!