No, don’t worry about it.” Noël wrapped his hand around the long neck of that Tito’s bottle again. This time, he poured a straight line of vodka right into my water glass, filling it up to the tippy-top. “I’m glad to hear other people are happy.” He knocked my glass back, half water, half vodka, all pain. “Happy to hear that other people are getting married,” he croaked.
this man is going to get alocohol poisoning
