If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so
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This place was crazy, alright, beating out the weirdest shit he'd seen at home on a regular day (though without psychologically scarring him, like his sister liked to do), but tonight? Tonight, it knew it had been bad to them, and it was ready to make things, right, baby. Jason was damn well sure he'd wake up with his face in the dirt, in need of some religion, but hell, wasn't that the best reason to visit church?
He wasn't as polished up as the rest of the people, but a white button down and some nice jeans, and he cleaned up just fine. Now, for his two favorite things: booze and women.
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She swore under her breath and instinctively started dabbing at the small wet circle of vodka on his shirt with a napkin. "Sorry about that..."
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He looked down. "Maybe I oughta get a new shirt if it's gonna smell like vodka."
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"Anything but vodka?" she guessed with a grin.
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But then he saw Amy's face in his head, and he sure as hell didn't want it anymore.
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"It's really something, isn't it?" Sirius asked from beside the blonde, casually sipping from his glass of fire whiskey as if he'd been there all along.
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"Yeah, does it do this a lot? Might not be so bad here..."
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