[Jester laughs a little, a vague note of nerves behind it, but she doesn't have to be nervous for very long, at least. Beau is closing in on her, their lips meeting, and Jester lets her eyes flutter closed as she lets her head tilt. Beau's lips feel just how she might have imagined a few times, warm and full and ripe with the flavor of tequila. It's not half bad.]
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