The next morning, Todd awoke to the delightful sound of Nick heaving in the bathroom. He pushed out of bed and went to the bathroom, leaning in the doorway.
“I didn’t think I had to actually point out that even watered-down whiskey in enough quantity will still get you drunk,” Todd said.
“Oh, I knew that.” Nick leaned back from the toilet, balancing on his heels, and wiped one hand over his mouth. He gripped the hand Todd held out to him and eased slowly off the floor, took a step, and let go of Todd to lean heavily on the sink.
“Huh. So, this was all part of your evil master plan?” The impatience was creeping back into Todd’s voice again. Nick winced slightly. He’d noticed.
Nick rinsed his mouth and splashed water over his face before turning to face Todd. “Well, sort of. I had to con
