As the gentle breeze momentarily subsided, Bryan found himself thrown across to the far side of the table, seemingly miles away from his transport box and all important vial of shrinking antidote.
“Let’s see what we got here,” Joe said curiously as he checked out the contents of Bryan’s refrigerator. “Ah, soymilk...yuk!’
“Man, I wish I hadn’t even brought you now,” Tommy stated mildly perturbed as he reached down and grabbed the box on the kitchen table. “You’re right. It sure is light.”
“Cabernee Sovra…,” Joe tried unsuccessfully to read the label of the tall red bottle. He pulled the cork and took a giant swig. Then quickly headed for the sink and spewed the nasty liquid from his mouth. “Fuck, what is this shit.”
“It’s wine you bonehead,” Tommy stated. “Now stop messing around.”
Joe took one last look in the refrigerator. He pulled out two green bottles that were nearly hidden in the back behind the orange juice. He turned with a big smile and held them up for Tommy to see. “Now that’s what I’m talking bout.”
Joe tossed one of the Heinekens to Tommy. Minuscule Bryan just stood on the kitchen table unnoticed in a speechless stupor as he watched the two teen titans making themselves at home.
“Wicked! A plasma T.V.,” Joe blurted out as he noticed the giant plasma screen in the next room. He headed for the living room, his bottle of Heineken in hand. “Tommy, you gotta check this out.”
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