As Brad climbed the stairs back to his room, he walked directly into his mother. She, needless to say, didn't look very pleased. "What on earth are you doing up so late? Why were you downst... You DRANK them, didn't you?" Claire questioned, with a dead serious look on her face. Brad had a similar look of death on his face, but it was more victim-like than his mother's.
"I, uh..." Brad stuttered. Claire heard a second set of footsteps up the stairs.
"Brad, move your big butt outta the..." Brittany got far enough up the stairs to see her mother, "...way." Claire had a worried but stern look on her face.
"Brit, no. You didn't... did you?" Claire pleaded, hoping she had at least one sane child in this house. Brittany refused to hold her mother's gaze. "I knew Brad was this irresponsible, but you? For shame, Brit." Claire scolded. "That's it. I'm getting rid of those things for good. No more in this house, or I throw out your credit cards." Claire marched downstairs clutching her stomach. "I feel horrible, and now I have to deal with this..." she muttered to herself as she opened the fridge door. She pulled out the remaining two drinks. "Why are there two? I had one, and..." Claire begun.
"I *BURP* may have had another." Brad replied. Claire shook her head and pulled the two cans out of the plastic rings.
Claire thought to herself, if just throw these two cans out, they'll just buy more. I have to send a message to them that they won't be drinking these anymore. She glanced at the tabs of the cans. She had a sudden idea.
She was going to get rid of the last two cans by...
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