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“WHY ARE YOU ALL TRASHED at nine o’clock?” Alex asks as soon as he gets in the door. He drops his bag on the floor and unwraps himself from the layers required to drive in Iceland without freezing to the seat.
“We’re not trashed.” Liam is indignant.
“Really? Because nothing that isn’t alcoholic comes in blue, and that is a lot of blue.” Alex points at a stray drink on the coffee table. “Also, the open bottles and all my glassware.”
“I helped Dad with the glasses.” Ali pipes up from where she’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, very carefully measuring out club soda into her own cup.
“Somehow, I’m not surprised. Where are the babies?”
Paul waggles the baby monitor at him. “The babies are sleeping, and we are not actually drunk.”
“Okaaaaay,” Alex says cautiously. “Have any of you eaten anything today?” He’s annoyed. He and Paul were finally going to get to f**k tonight. If everyone is being chummy with booze in the living room, that seems unlikely to happen unless he decides to be a brat about it. Which he may, because really.
“Yes. With the kids.” Carly answers his question. “Four hours ago. Now we are drinking and you still owe us boiled sheep heads.”
“Can you make fermented shark?” Ali asks. “I read about it on the internet.”
Paul asks him how his day on set was, probably to steer the conversation away from sheep, sharks, and the eating thereof.
Alex relates the conversation with Chris about Chris’s secret girlfriend. He’s pleased that everyone else thinks his co-star is ridiculous and awful too.
“Wow,” Liam says. “He’s even more of a douche than I was.”
“Yup,” Alex says.
“You’re not going to tell me I’m not a douche?”
“Nope.”
“I’m making you a drink.” Liam bounces up from the couch to do just that.
Alex takes the glass dubiously when Liam hands it to him, not sure if he actually wants it. Also, he should probably eat dinner himself before he starts in on blue cocktails made with Brennivín.
“Do you guys want seconds?” Liam asks Carly and Paul. They both nod.
“You all know this s**t is kind of hallucinogenic, right?” Alex puts in.
“Ohhhhh.” Liam looks off to the side as if taking inventory of his current functioning levels.
“Okay, I’m letting you hang onto this,” Alex says. “I am getting food.”
He passes the glass back to Liam, but Carly immediately reaches over and takes the glass out of her husband’s hand.
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