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Well, this was going to be interesting. Very interesting, undoubtedly. Jordan laughed and told Robert, "You just made someone's night. Probably more than one. I think I'll stick with water myself. Someone's got to steer the rest of you back to your rooms when you can't walk a straight line, right Marcus?"

At least Robert's appearance had short-circuited the sulk that Rep had been starting on. That would help the general mood. Also, Jordan was pretty sure that at least a few of the people currently inhabiting the room would be amusing drunks. As long as nobody barfed, the rest of the evening should be pretty funny.

Half a bottle of Bacardi and Robert's naturally hands-on attitude made Rep's hug a lot less awkward. He could see the need in the man's eyes, and he couldn't blame him - so when Rep slammed into him, Robert let out a roar of laughter and hugged the poor guy back. The bottle of vodka was placed in Rep's hands before he could get away, and Robert patted his shoulder while he tried to sneak off.

"Dude, I know. Trust me, guys. I know. It ain't right that the girls had all the good s**t. But then again, they're watching really bad movies and putting makeup on each other. Let's face it, we're probably better off."

He unscrewed the top off of the rum bottle, and swished it around. "YES. I NEED ANOTHER GLASS. BRING MEEEEEEEE.. a glass."

And then he swigged a heavy sip from the bottle, as he had immediately forgotten he was asking for a glass and just decided to chug it.

It was hard to stay upset and angry at himself when he was holding a bottle of liquid heaven. In his hands. He nodded to the other man. "Better off now, that's for ******** sure. Ta mate. Ta a million ******** times over." He had to resist the urge to hug the bottle too, just for good measure.

He opened the bottle, just to be sure it wasn't water and yet another disappointment waiting to creep up on him and took a sip of it. It was legit. Totally legit and totally ******** awesome. He'd missed it so much it was hard to even fit words round it. A big ******** bottle of make-other-people-tolerable.

Wandering over to what passed for Allan's kitchen he had a look around for some more glasses, getting a few and carrying them victorious to where Harrison and Jordan were sitting, pausing along the way to eye Robert and decide the guy likely didn't actually /need/ a glass, making a show of pouring himself one of vodka - a full size glass, not even a shot glass - and tucking the bottle under his arm as he gave Harrison a magnanimous smirk. "So. Do I hear begging?"

He took a swig of his glass, looking over his shoulder as he recalled Marcus' comment. "And yeah Marcus, stick to water. We don't want you going on about your girlfriend."

He was totally giddy on the adrenaline rush of complete social awkward, and long awaited alcohol.

Jerry was content to sit with his broken shamisen, munching on the delightful amazing Pizza Marcus had been so kind to share when Robert bounded in with something that nearly made him drop both.

"Omguffrrrbrt!" He spluttered his pizza before suddenly lurching to his feet, chewing and swallowing as quickly as he could to speak properly, dragging the instrument behind him, "Oh my god Robert where did you- Budddyyyyyy pal oh gosh you are... are the most amazing man," His eyes were locked on the bottle like a man who had just wandered out of the dessert and up to a water fountain. He better share. He better share or it would be the WORST oh god it had been weeks and weeks and weeks...

I dunno man, you were kinda over doing it before, Roar warned him, unfamiliar with alcoholism, but smart enough to know the signs in his partner of *not a good thing*.

"It's a party!" Jerry exclaimed aloud, eyes twinkling.

"Aw, c'mon. Now who's being a stingy b*****d? Just give me enough to polish off this cucumber s**t."

Beg, hell, Harrison would roll over if he had to. He hadn't gotten good and tanked since he got here.

"Forgot who I was talking to, is all. Oh Mighty s**t King, please bestow some booze upon us, uh, forever and ever, Amen."

That constituted as begging, right? Right.

LFB. Ask him if you can get a heal, plz, B0nez said.

"Thanks, yer highness." Harrison took a glass for good measure, and emptied the Pepsi bottle into it before filling the rest with vodka. He nudged Jordan.

"Sure you don't want any?"