Porthos laughs wryly as he studies the bottle, glancing up at Sawyer. "Not the husband-to-be," he clarifies, looking through the crowd to where Athos is, unsurprisingly, already in his cups of something. "The best friend," he says with a knowing nod. "He's got a bit of an appreciation for alcohol, I guess you could say, in a way that isn't exactly normal."
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