killing time scotch Georgie Wilcox cocktail bourbon

"I was having a quiet night, actually." Sean replied to the question. His arms were crossed, body leaning against the fridge while looking down on Marquis who was mixing himself another
cocktail
.

"Damn, man, you got some good
bourbon
."

"That's
scotch
."

"Damn, man. You got some good shit."

While Marquis gulped down the scotch and coke cocktail -- Marquis had ignored Sean's advice to either drink the scotch neat or use another whiskey to mix with coke -- Sean noticed Georgie wasn't being his usual self. Usually
Georgie Wilcox
would be the one to liberally mix himself other people's drinks and smoke their weed and take whatever other drugs the host happened to have without paying for any of it or even providing a signal -- even if false -- that he would one day pay them back.

That was one of the things about Georgie. If you described him and his actions to someone who didn't know him it'd be impossible not to arrive at the conclusion that he was an asshole. But there was something about Georgie that made it right. When he was in your house, you wanted him to deplete your alcohol reserves. An inkling would grow inside you to pack one more bowl, just because you would think it'd make Georgie happier.

Yes that was what it was. When Georgie was in the room, everybody's happiness seemed to grow with his. And thus you felt incentivized to give him -- or let him ransack -- your supplies.

But tonight Georgie was not himself. He was nursing his drink. Marquis was already on his third and Georgie for all intents and purposes had not made a dent into his drink. He was simply swirling the glass around and occasionally putting his lips into the scotch. He would hardly sip it though. Was he simply touching the astringent liquid to his lips? Maybe he liked the way it felt. Sean liked the feeling... but he never just touched his lips to the liquid without drinking any of it.

Sean thought about asking Georgie if everything was alright but decided not to. What kind of answer could he hope in reply?

"I'll be right back." he went over to the living room, where Grover was reading some of his comic books.

"What you up to?"

"This one is really cool."

"Yeah. That's probably one of my favorites of all time."
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