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Wassail
McGee, Tony, and Bishop had all gone out for a drink together. They were taking turns offering wassails. Or at least they had been before McGee’s last toast with his left hand knocked Bishop’s hand in a way she didn’t expect and beer spilled all over the table.
They’d all jumped up to avoid the liquid landing on them and had quickly decided it was time to move the gathering somewhere else. Or rather, Bishop had decided she’d had enough drink despite McGee and Tony wanting to see her drunk. She’d already told them she didn’t get drunk.
They hadn’t believed her, but they were by far more drunk than she was already. She hustled them into cabs and sent them home before making her way back to her place. Having brothers had made sure she could handle her liquor. Though college had proved it.
