INT. TEGRIDY ESTATE - LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER

Kyle, Leo and Eric sit in the room, finding seats with the most distance between them, as Stan comes in.

He balances two glasses of liquor in one hand, and holds two by the rim with the fingers of the other.

Stan moves around the room, handing out the drinks.

STAN: Aged 21 years. Good stuff.

Stan sits, then slides forward, his glass in the air.

STAN: To, uh, old friends.

Leo and Kyle look at each other, then clink glasses with Stan.

Eric follows suit.

Kyle, Leo and Stan take sips.

Eric looks at his glass.

Stan sits back, looking at the three.

Silence.

Awkward.

Silence.

Eric keeps looking at the glass in his hands.

Stan notices.

STAN: Oh, shit. Eric, sorry - I just - I should have asked.

Eric looks up from his glass at Stan.

ERIC: What?

STAN: You're - I mean -

ERIC: I'm not a fucking alcoholic, Stan. In fact I'd say you're being a little stingy with the pour. But...

The other three wait.

ERIC: You had your finger in this.

Kyle closes his eyes - this is the familiar shit he didn't want.

Stan frowns.

STAN: I can get you a new one.

Eric stands.

ERIC: I think I might have a little more regard for hygiene.

He points toward the back of the house.

ERIC: That way?

Stan half-standing, then sits - giving up the fight to be a good host - and gives a nod.

Eric heads out of the room.

The three sit quietly.

Leo takes another sip, and gives a little cough at the strong stuff.

KYLE: Where's the bathroom?

Stan points out another entryway.

STAN: Hang a left and you'll see it on your right.