Avram didn't drink that much, but that was just a matter of practicality rather than lack of enthusiasm—he normally had too many responsibilities, and hadn't really got plastered since college. But at Zenith it wasn't like he had a job to go to, or a father to babysit, or even a Mormon friend to be disapproving, so really, who gave a shit what time it was?
When he got to the billiards room and saw Georgie's tall figure waiting there, he gave her a nod and went behind the bar in search of something effective. "Yes, good evenink, comrade," he said in his best Soviet accent as he got out a bottle of Russian Standard vodka from the fridge. "I don't know if this is official fuckery from Them or just the amateur variety from one of our own, but it's a new angle, I'll give them that."
He poured out a shot and drank it before taking a look at the Polaroid. Using him as a dildo got a laugh out of him, and the whole thing was so ridiculous that even the blatant insults just made it all more absurd. "Hooooly shit," he said, putting the picture down and filling the shot glass again, still chuckling. "Well, someone sure doesn't think much of me, damn. And yet they're still writing weird sexual fantasies about my 'manhood', which...is something I'm never saying out loud again. I mean, this is embarrassing but more so for whoever wrote it. At least you came twice, I guess?"