Who? Malc & Max When? After shot roulette Where? Max's place What? Drunkenness Rating? High Open? To those who were at shot roulette
The room was spinning. Malcolm really hadn't been drunk this often before the island - he'd been busy, he'd had things to do that couldn't be done with a raging hangover. But on the island... oh God, he was so fucking bored. Taking the piss out of people was only a short-lived thrill, people were too sensitive, and no one was appropriately terrified of him here. It was boring not being a threat. He'd never liked holidays, and this was worse than caravaning in rural Scotland in the pissing rain.
"D'ya actually own an axe?" he asked in a bit of a slur, as he flopped down next to Max.