"Ad. You drank all the beer."
"Did not."
"Did too."
The boys argue and then stop.
Rob belches.
"That felt better," he announced . "But whoever drank the beer, we're out and since I provided the first round, it's your turn, Roomie."
"Id' be happy to oblige but I'm not sure I'd make it to the liquor store just now."
"I can relate." Rob answered but that doesn't solve our problem."
Ad grinns a shiteating drunk grin.
"I may have a solution." he slurred and he digs into his suitcase to bring out a handle of Jim Beam.
"My man." Rob slurrs right back. "You are a wizard and , if I might add, a Prince among men. Pass it over."
Two hours later, the roomates were passed out cold on the floor with an empty Jim Beam bottle and 24 beer cans.
Next morning the roomates wake up
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