Peter was like a cartoon in his drunkenness, hilarious and stumbling. With a chuckle, Brad nudged Rusty with his elbow. "Nice kid," he mused. "Sheltered, kinda. It'll be fun to corrupt him." Moreso, though, it would be fun to have a gay friend, even if he was in the closet. Despite having been in New York City, Brad had always found himself surrounded by heteros.
Slinging an arm around both Peter and Rusty's shoulders, Brad drew them both in for sideways hugs. "Vodka, mostly," he slurred at Peter. "An' some other stuff. Next time we'll break out the absinthe. Now that'll be a party." With a small burp, and a grin, he shook Rusty by the shoulders. "Russy! Tell us 'nother story. A good one. A funny one."