“The room overflowed with the smell of posh liquor as glasses clicked for the fifth time. The soft music soared through their ears, melting whatever guilt or inhibitions they might have had.

She was already drunk, her speech slurred, her dress disheveled. Her companion smiled at her and made pleasant conversation. And in a moment, it happened.

And that’s how folks, our beloved Jimmy came to be.”

Everybody burst out in laughter. You could trust Bran for sassy eloquence, except this time, he ended up with a black eye.

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