It's coming, it's coming! I don't know why I'm even doing this, you're probably just gonna throw this one t -- Nothing!
[The sound of a refrigerator opening, closing. The top is popped off a beer. Fizz.]
Here you go.
[Glass bottle, meet counter. A bit too hard, you might notice.]
Just try not to aim for my head this time.
ooc; 1. This is Juli's fault. Everything is Juli's fault. 2. Please pretend this went up sooner. Or don't, idk. Sob forever. 3. Meet Xander and his alcoholic father who has taken to throwing imaginary beers around and demanding more because...well, remember the part where it was all Juli's fault. This beer isn't imaginary for voice post purposes. Yeah, I cheated.