[ And as soon as he hears the ruckus, Tony can listen to Jack slur something like fuckwhat and topple off the couch. This is pathetic. Later, Jack won't be able to decide which one of them was more embarrassing.
Anyway, he's mostly got the shirt on when he leans in the kitchen doorway, brows up, eyes bloodshot. ]
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Anyway, he's mostly got the shirt on when he leans in the kitchen doorway, brows up, eyes bloodshot. ]
Why're you - wrestling a poptart.