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Chance came over, handing you a glass of water, handing it to you as you take a sip, laughing a bit 'Ya know, I've never seen you this tipsy.' he said, as you fall to the side with a thud. He catches the glass, looking at your body a he sighed 'This boy will be the death of me.' he picked up your crown off your head, setting it on the coffee table