Boy's Night Out; Part Two. [Sean/Harry/Marton/Eric]

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The Half-Mast was nice, Marton reflected soddenly. Sure, the lights hung at an angle and the floor was sinking on one side but, in his condition, what did it matter? Dunno why I bother arguing with Seanie and Harry, he thought. They always win and they're always right and they're my bestest friends. He blinked owlishly at his glass which was apparently floating two inches above the table surface. He grabbed at it and missed, realizing at the last minute that someone had hold of it and that someone was huuuge. He looked up. "You're big." he told Eric.