"And cigarettes." It was an absent kind of agreement, his shoulders rolled as he pressed the cup into Rep's hand -- and then, with his own drink carefully in his hands, Ever dropped down to sit on the edge of the bed, legs stretched out in front of him and head turned to consider the placement of the torture equipment. It wasn't right, but the stairs had been the hard part: now that it was in the room, it wouldn't be too hard to move it around a little.

"Not being able to go off and buy more is killing me. But at least I seem to have overbought the liquor last time I went shopping." With that, he raised his glass to Rep and shot back what was in it. Skinny as he was, Ever still could drink.

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