To Kill a Puck--In Vino, Veritas (And tequila, and scotch...)

Thomas had stocked up on liquor, buying the good stuff (of course) and running up a bill that made even him wince a little, but he'd seen Robin drink before, and he wanted to make sure he had enough. Besides, it wasn't like any of it would go to waste if he didn't need it tonight.

The beer was chilling in the fridge, and one bottle of vodka, scotch, tequila and gin. He'd even come up with a plausible way to get Robin to drink heavily, not that he was entirely sure he'd need one.

Now he just had to wait for Robin to get here. He wandered toward the bedroom to take a shower, so it wouldn't look like he was actually waiting.