Pete knocks over a beer into Marc's lap. "That's the second day in a row that's happened!" Marc says as he leaps to his feet.
I take Pete's "short" of Jameson and make as if I'm going to sniff the empty glass. "I thought it was empty!" I say in dismay as I dump a dram of whiskey on my chest.
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