Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'The Almighty Johnsons' nor am I profting from this.
Pairing(s): general.
Warning(s): none.
Word Count: 100.
Anders paws through his freezer with mounting panic; missing vodka has the potential to crush his world. Ty ignores him, focusing instead on frosting their glasses.
"I need a Screwdriver," he groans, smacking his head against the fridge, "I could go for an actual screw as well."
"According to Dawn, what you need is a shower, sleep, and actual food."
His frustration turns into pouting. Alcohol holds more value than comforts right now. Still, he slinks over to Ty.
"Which takeout place do you have in mind?"
"I was actually thinking about breakfast for dinner. Come on, you can peel fruit."