"Ugh, this place is an eyesore," Misha winced, as he swung through the door. He'd had the room looking just perfect when he'd been living there.
"Everything is so... blue."
He held the bottle out to his brother.
"Brought you a little birthday booze, birthday boy. Which is a good thing, because I'm going to need to get drunk to block out the memory of your interior decorating. The dozens and dozens of girls I nailed in that bed would be horrified."