Trick blinked slowly.
"I'm going to be sick," he moaned.
"You're such a light-weight," Jack said with a laugh.
"In my defense, I was dead for two years. Really fucked with my alcohol tolerance," Trick said.
"Sure. Whatever you say, Boy Scout," Jack said.
"Can you please make the room stop spinning. Or get me a bucket," Trick said.
Jack just laughed and took another drink.
