![]() ![]() At the very least, he was no longer overwhelmed with the intense urge to get the fuck out of there. No doubt at all, the alcohol had taken effect, and Eduardo wasn’t scared anymore. The pleasantly warm flush to his normally sallow cheeks the relaxed, almost rubbery way he leaned against the window-a stark contrast to his usual calcified, if slightly hunched posture and most important of all, the easy smile on his face, something he’d practiced unsuccessfully in the mirror for two hours before he’d left his dorm room that evening. But there was no denying it now, the evidence was all over him. ![]() It was hard for Eduardo to tell for sure, because the three drinks had come in such rapid succession-the empty plastic cups were now stacked accordion style on the windowsill behind him-that he hadn’t been able to gauge for certain when the change had occurred. ![]() ![]() It was probably the third cocktail that did the trick. ![]()
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