Havoc let out another wheezy laugh. This guy! This guy.

The salesman had entertained the odd thought here or there--he was lonely after all, and prone to daydreaming. His idle thoughts about James and folks on television weren't something he'd call intrusive. He had far worse intrusive thoughts than how fun giving James a little nip on the ear might be--which honestly sounded too fun now that he thought about it.

So he did.

"Hard?"

Vodka really was the worst for him out of everything in the cabinet.