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Print/trinket universe. Micah's normally simping for Everly. Tonight he's simping for bourbon.

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"You've never had bourbon before?" Micah exclaimed with a level of dramatics that should have been reserved for a confession to cold-blooded murder.
     "Shh!" Everly hissed. The print community was quiet— everyone was asleep, other than the people Micah no doubt startled awake with his shout.
     Everly was seated on the rooftop of a print building, legs dangling over the side. Micah was sitting on the ground, making her level with his shoulder.
     "As if they'd sell bourbon to prints," she said, kicking at him.
     Micah all but tore his flask out of his pocket. "Well, then consider this a gift you can't possibly ever hope to repay. Come on, you have to try it."
     "If you stop shouting like an idiot trying to get us caught… fine."
     He opened the cap and gingerly tilted the lip of the flask to her mouth. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and leaned close to take a sip.
     "Ugh!" She spat it out, shoving the rim of the flask. "You like that shit? It's gross!" She coughed and pointed at him. "You're gross!"
     He scoffed in offense, hugging the flask to his chest as if she'd hurt its feelings. "Hey, insult me all you want, but you leave the bourbon out of it."

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Print/trinket universe. Micah's normally simping for Everly. Tonight he's simping for bourbon.

~~~~~

"You've never had bourbon before?" Micah exclaimed with a level of dramatics that should have been reserved for a confession to cold-blooded murder.
     "Shh!" Everly hissed. The print community was quiet— everyone was asleep, other than the people Micah no doubt startled awake with his shout.
     Everly was seated on the rooftop of a print building, legs dangling over the side. Micah was sitting on the ground, making her level with his shoulder.
     "As if they'd sell bourbon to prints," she said, kicking at him.
     Micah all but tore his flask out of his pocket. "Well, then consider this a gift you can't possibly ever hope to repay. Come on, you have to try it."
     "If you stop shouting like an idiot trying to get us caught… fine."
     He opened the cap and gingerly tilted the lip of the flask to her mouth. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and leaned close to take a sip.
     "Ugh!" She spat it out, shoving the rim of the flask. "You like that shit? It's gross!" She coughed and pointed at him. "You're gross!"
     He scoffed in offense, hugging the flask to his chest as if she'd hurt its feelings. "Hey, insult me all you want, but you leave the bourbon out of it."