[And the drinks come soon enough, William grabbing his own flagon (large in his hand, and so cartoonishly massive in Mike's), knocking it together with the other's so hard it almost spills on him.]
To us, then!
[Bottoms up!!!!...though most of it dribbles onto his chest and soaks his shirt.]
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To us, then!
[Bottoms up!!!!...though most of it dribbles onto his chest and soaks his shirt.]