Ever since Lane hung up the phone with Dorothy, his spirits were sky-high.

Not only did he have Kenneth whip up a couple extra dishes, he even went out and grabbed a six-pack of beer to celebrate. "Too bad I can't access my wine collection right now. Would've loved to pop open one of my prized bottles of red to celebrate!" Lane cracked open a can for himself and offered another to Kenneth.

Kenneth shook his head, declining. "I don't drink."

"On a day like this, how can you not celebrate with a drink? Everett's gone, your biggest enemy is out of the picture, and I'm feeling pretty damn good!" Lane tilted his head back, downing the beer in one go. "Do you have any idea how much I hated that guy? It wasn't just because he took Dorothy from me, but also the personal insults he hurled my way!"

With a flick of his wrists, Lane crushed the empty can, tossing it casually aside.

"I don't enjoy alcohol, and I don't need it to celebrate."

Initially, when Kenneth realized Dorothy would never fall for him, he too had tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol, attempting to escape reality.

effects are fleeting, and reality

the can

reason Kenneth refrained from drinking was the fear of getting drunk and spilling secrets that

mood, even better than when he'd learned

must

playing on his lips. "I was initially planning to just give her the antidote But then I thought, after all this hassle, I deserve to get something sweet out of it! I've

thought alone was enough to infuriate

women, regardless of whether they threw themselves him or he had to charm

Dorothy was

in her and got nothing

ends up in my bed, I'll make sure to have my fun!

the influence, not

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