Song: Alcohol
Artist: Brad Paisley
Havoc was sprawled across the table, drool dribbling down his chin. Fuhrman was upright only because his collar was caught on his chair. Fury sat against the wall, still nursing a bottle of Jack Danials. Ed was hanging from the ceiling by his auto mail leg. And Roy had a traffic cone on his head.
"At least," Hawkeye told herself, "they're all dressed."