*is sprawled in a similar state a little ways away, with his own collection of bottles keeping him company on the other end of the couch*
*just knows he's going to regret this in the morning (his train leaves at seven AM), but Mac's text earlier was pretty damned intriguing (get over here. bring beer. you have to meet the new lackey in town.)* *besides, he and Mac haven't gotten good and drunk together in months, so it was coming due anyway*
*except Mac's passed out somewhere around here, which leaves him and you on the couch, blissfully blitzed and watching a Discovery special on comets* *gestures vaguely to the screen (whazzat?)* 's a comet. Y'know. Big stringy glowy thing in the sky.