“And the first time for me turning booze down won't be until my liver starts being a dick and betraying me.” He was sure, for him, that'd be quicker than it would for most others, but what was life if you didn't do things you knew were stupid once in awhile? At the question about Reg, he shrugged a shoulder. “You know, I don't know. It's tough to say.” It was tough for Brandon to leave his friend back in the city, but he knew that he was doing what he had to do. Reg had always been like that.
Shrugging, Brandon chuckled. “Well, I'll tell you what, then. If he's gone after New Year's, we'll fucking bust this baby open ourselves and demolish it. How's that sound?” he asked with a little grin. Brandon hoped, anyway, that his friend would be back sooner, but at this point, he was more or less sure it was a pipe dream. Everyone held on to hope for something, though. Apparently, this was Brandon's something.
He poured the booze into the glass and shrugged. “Pretty sure you did everything you could to be sure you didn't make it another year,” he teased his friend, though there was a note of seriousness behind it. With the whole rooftop debacle, and now this thing saving Alghren's life. “We have Marchand to thank for that, too, I think. The seeing thirty thing. 'Cause if I'd been stuck back at the city, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have.” He'd have gotten killed for beating the fuck out of a guard.
“Something like that.” Christmas plans were hard to make for so many people, and some of them (namely, Kori) were tough to plan for this year, given their dispositions, but they definitely had something planned. “Mari deserves a normal Christmas. Or as normal as she can get, anyway. What time are you coming by?” he asked.