"You know a place, lead on," Terrence said, since it seemed someone needed to be decisive. He really ought to keep more than just Firewhiskey around, but he hadn't had any cause to get champagne lately.
Which was, now that he thought about it, awful. Fuck that. He should have champagne around all the time. Hell, he could celebrate getting out of bed in the morning.
Well, no, that was probably the road to being an alcoholic. But Terrence wasn't particularly worried about it. It would never be fun for him to sit around doing one thing - even something he liked - for long enough to get addicted to it. Eventually, he'd get bored. Everything in his life had bored him at one time or another, except for Ella.