There would be no relaxing tonight. There would be no Will and Grace. Well, maybe there would be if Patrick didn't accidentally delete it. Fitz had plans though and those plans involved copious amounts of alcohol. As the patron saint of bachelors, it was time to help Patrick start to cope and someday move on.
So when he basically burst into Patrick's place like he owned it instead of just staying temporarily, he was loud as fuck. Fitz had never learned not to slam a door, is what I'm saying. "Hey fucker," he said as he entered the living room with two grocery bags. "Time to wake up your inner hooligan!" The first thing out of the bag was a box. And then it was bottle after bottle of different liquor...