And as much as she loved the idea of sprinting down the beach, the sea breeze fluttering through her strawberry-blonde fur… the sight of a wolf running around a Ft. Lowered inhibitions tempted her to shift into her wolf form. Tipsy werewolves were dangerous werewolves. She’d had two beers on the beach earlier in the day and one Cosmo since they’d arrived at the bar, but she knew better than to get tipsy around her human friends. You’ve barely had anything to drink all night. It’s not me I’m worried about, Elizabeth complained, slouching to one side as she spoke, almost like a marionette without a puppeteer. Don’t you think you’ve had plenty? Come on. Elizabeth’s breath could knock a fire-breathing dragon out of the night sky. Jane Coleman smiled at her friend and unwound herself from Elizabeth’s grasp. Shots! " Elizabeth slurred and wrapped her thin arm around Jane’s shoulders.
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