His first thought was that Melody choked on a beverage. A really strong one. Jeez, was she tying one on this early in the day? Granted he was the last person to judge, but…

He flinched as she clutched his shoulder. Mel didn’t smell like booze but he’d seen that sloppy posture before, that utter lack of vocal coordination, so looked to Maddy for help. “What’s she saying?” The only word he picked out was ‘kiss’. It wasn’t a horrible thought, but he didn’t think it was a real invitation.

Jab, jab, magic.

Brian blanched white up to his hairline. “Oh…shhhhhhit.” He splayed his hands but didn’t know where to put them. The sandwich bag hit the ground. “Oh god. Can you—can you stick your finger down your throat?” he asked, employing the tried-and-true method of dodging alcohol poisoning.

“What’s it do?” he demanded.