Title: Untitled
By: quettaser
Rating: PG/PG-13...maybe
Fandom: CSI: Vegas
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Summary: An alcohol-related drabble.

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Tequila was his mortal enemy. Should've been that way before. Now he knew better. Definitely something to be sworn off; avoided like plague. Greg groaned, felt every muscle ache and throb. Went to the bathroom to gargle, chase the cottony taste from his mouth. Barely remembered how he got to bed, where those bite marks had come from, why lipstick was smeared on his nipples and down his chest. Looked back to Nick, laying spread across the bed and saw red, staining his lips.

Fuck. And he couldn't remember a fucking single second. Fuckshitdamnitalltohellcrap. Tequila was definitely his mortal enemy.

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