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"You know what would be really awesome right now?" said Jess, slumping in her chair and looking at her fork-mutilated dessert in a kind of vague disappointment. "A large tub of ice cream, and an even larger bottle of wine."

It wasn't that she needed them, of course. And it wasn't even the she couldn't get them, sort of, if she really wanted them

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[broken_brushes]

"Now those you could absolutely get," I agreed with a snort and reached for my drink. "Unless the gods that govern the clothes box are somehow concerned for the Winchester family jewels."

I'd been trying to pace myself at least a little more than Jess, but there had come a point when it just hadn't made much difference anymore. I was fast tipping into inebriation, and why not? So I was on the Council. Even civil servants were allowed to get drunk and bemoan the frustrations of island life and the men within in every once in awhile.

"You know, I have some Hitler wine back at the house," I remembered, and took a sip from my glass.

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"Oh my God, did you just call it Hitler wine?" said Jess, then couldn't help giggling as she reached for her drink. It felt good to giggle, even if it was alcohol-induced. And the Hitler wine, it was the good stuff. "Do you seriously, though? Because that would be awesome. We could drink it out of the bottle on the beach and throw shit at the ocean."

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"Technically, I don't think it was Hitler's," I allowed with a considering cant of my head. "Nazi wine would probably be a better name, but it doesn't have quite the same zing, does it? And yes, yes I seriously do." A left over gift from my ill-fated wedding.

"I think," I began as I slid from my stool, "that if we're going to throw shit at the ocean, we should name the ocean Sam. Then we can call it therapy."

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"It can be Big Sam," Jess proclaimed. "Then we can call other Sam 'Little Sam' from now on. Forever." She took one more bite of her dessert as she stood up and then said with her mouth half-full, "Yes, let's go, let's get the Hitler wine!"