Re: Doug and TJ
"Sure you can, with a little help from the Snow Fairy," Doug answered, because he knew his brother and there was no fucking way that this was 'a little pot'. Hell, even he knew how pot made you feel even though he would never admit it aloud. He was still a lawyer.
Doug shook his head. "I'm not blaming you, TJ." For the first time in years, he understood the need to give up. He'd always strived to make his mother proud, to be perfect, to achieve more and now it was all gone. "No, I'm not blaming you at all. I might just join you."
He snorted. "We don't need the flask. There's plenty of alcohol around. She's probably saving that for a rainy day."