Did anyone want to go? A big building party sounded annoying, not fun. And at Bellum, annoying was always amped up to twelve and sprinkled with cocaine. Sighing, Brian nodded against the door. "Yeah, okay," he replied, draining the rest of his little whiskey bottle and frowning when it emptied.
"Why do bottles have to-to go empty?" he asked, holding it up. "It's really, it's really inconvenient."
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