"You have no idea," Ravi sighed. And he couldn't exactly talk about all of this at home all the time. It had been too long since he'd gotten to have a good Blaine-bash. "First, he's the one who turned Liv into a zombie. Then, he starts killing homeless children to sell their brains to his rich friends. Then he worms his way into a cure, and pretends it gives him memory loss so he doesn't have to accept responsibility for how horrible of a person he is and get close to Peyton."
He was ranting. Officially.
"And his memory came back! It was a temporary side effect and I spent months, months working on eliminating a side effect that didn't even exist while he got close to my ex-girlfriend. I had a brain in a vat in my lab, working on memory serums that I didn't even need," he had to stop there for breath.
"Sorry. I - I really hate that guy," he said finally and took a drink of lager. Then, "you know, maybe something stronger. How's that bourbon? You're right, this is good. A good vacation. New place, new faces, new friends. What about you, Richie, what's your drama?"