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"Jemaine. Mm. Jemaine. Thiss tassse...tasstess really good," Bret slurred, taking another sip of...whatever it was that had been put in his hand. He suspected Dave put it there but he wasn't really certain. It tasted sweet. And it appeared to be in a nice glass. One he probably shouldn't break. He devoted a great deal of concentration to making sure he didn't drop the glass.
Bret and Jemaine were standing against a wall in Dave's apartment. The disinterested partygoers milled around the two of them, including several lovely ladies that had apparently not been taken in by their attempt to look lonely. Probably because with how much Bret was swaying, he was standing awfully close to Jemaine. For support.
His vision was swimming. Bret squinted at his glass. "What am I drinkin' , J'maine?"
Bret and Jemaine were standing against a wall in Dave's apartment. The disinterested partygoers milled around the two of them, including several lovely ladies that had apparently not been taken in by their attempt to look lonely. Probably because with how much Bret was swaying, he was standing awfully close to Jemaine. For support.
His vision was swimming. Bret squinted at his glass. "What am I drinkin' , J'maine?"