"A drink that cuts," he said with amusement. It had been a long time since he had indulged in such a drink, avoiding it to not remember why he liked it so much. That life was dead, and it was safer for all those who were related to him to think that remained true. "It tells you it's sweet and will murder your liver."

He shifted closer to Jack there on the mattress, and he moved so his head to rest on the younger man's shoulder even as he moved his hands to open the bottle. He offered it to Jack first, knowing that headache had to be a giant pain in the ass. Of course, his actions opened the way for Annabel to crawl onto him and shed some glitter on his skin.

"It would be far worse if our genetics hadn't been churned up," he said with a groan. "We'd definitely be dead without SEP."