“Champagne?” he offers. “No,” I say pretty fucking rudely. He must know that my little brother is a recovering alcoholic, and still, he was willing to give him a drink. Lo sets a firm hand on my shoulder. “Pardon my brother, we both suffer from the same hereditary disease called being a dick. Assholes Anonymous couldn’t even cure us.” He gives him a half-smile that says, good fucking bye.
