"Wow," Dennis laughs through his nose. "That's almost sixty beers. You must be awfully drunk, Charlie." It's half-fond, half-teasing. "Yeah, well," Charlie runs a hand through his hair, ducking his head like he's embarrassed but when he looks up again the gleam in his eyes seems uninhibited. "I mean, I'm good drunk." His lips, red and swollen from having brushed against the rim of