Matt took a deep breath before grabbing three shot glasses and a bottle of Everclear. "Jesus, Mello, are you done in already?" he asks, laughing - until he straightens up, and the room tilts slightly.

Huh. Was the booze here different, too?

Shrugging it off, Matt poured them a shot each. "Here you go, gentlemen. If either of you are sick it's sure as hell not going to be who cleans it up."