Q! Q! Q!
Meaning, this is something I'll be quoting for many an aeon :
"Shit," Chris said. "I wonder if that was one of yours, or one of mine? I told Justin that the next time he screws up, I get to kill him first and ask questions later."
"I'm sure we're probably about to find out," Kevin said, unconcerned.
"Where's Chris - ? Chris?" Joey opened up the door, and peeked his head inside. "I think we may need your help with the boy."
"Yours," Kevin said, lifting his glass.
"And do you know where - oh, Kevin." Brian was right beside Joey. "Kevin - "
"Yeah," Kevin sighed, hauling himself up out of the bed. Chris was amazed to see how easily Kevin's 'game face' slid into place, when it was necessary, and how steadily he walked, despite the fact that the bottle was more than half gone. "What did Nick do this time?"
"Uh," Brian said. "We stopped them from fighting, but - "
"Great," Chris muttered. "It's the blond leading the blond."
She rocks. Even if she *is* far too cool for me to add to my friends list. ~whimper~ I'm just...shy, me.