"I keep some around," Bren admitted. It wasn't for him since it didn't do a single thing for him, but he figured his chances of getting David to come hang out with him were better if he had some beer to offer. And that wasn't sad at all, that basically his only friend (outside of Athena, obviously) was his ex's brother. At least it hadn't been the kind of breakup where anyone really had to choose sides. She'd just... left. No harsh feelings, she'd said, he just wasn't who she needed.
Yeah, Bren probably needed something for himself too. He pushed himself up off the ground and made his way to his cruddy little fridge that was basically only still running because of magic. Story of Bren's life in general, honestly. Saved on his electricity bill, which was nice since he could barely afford his rent. He could probably upgrade jobs now that his secret was sort of out, but it wasn't like shitty living conditions could kill him or anything.
He tossed a beer Athena's way before he slumped to the floor to start tossing books into the box again. In the hand that wasn't grabbing paper that definitely wasn't waterproof he held a Sprite, cap already twisted off. The first gulp of it already sent totally not natural sugars surging through his veins. He'd be tipsy probably a third of the way through the bottle.
God, when was the last time he'd let himself get buzzed on artificial sugar? The carbonation burned on its way down his throat, but it was a good burn. It started scraping out the last remnants of the knots in his throat and chest. "The cheap stuff, sorry. But hey, at least you don't need a bottle opener."
Did Bren even own a bottle opener? Not that he couldn't produce one out of thin air if he needed it, so that was kind of a moot point.