Favorite Form

When life gives you lemons you make lemonade but what do you do when it picks you up and flings you into the farthest reaches of space? In the case of Dimitri you wish for tequila because this would all be easier if he was drunk. Especially when aliens start hitting on him. Are those tentacles? We're gonna need 2 bottles.
Rated M for Swearing, Violence, Adult language, & Sexual Themes

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