theĀ cornerĀ ofĀ hisĀ lipsĀ liftĀ upĀ inĀ aĀ briefĀ smile ,Ā Ā theĀ smallestĀ chuckleĀ comingĀ outĀ soonĀ after .Ā Ā heĀ doesnātĀ wantĀ toĀ moveĀ hisĀ mouthĀ tooĀ muchĀ lestĀ heĀ wantsĀ toĀ wasteĀ hisĀ lastĀ cigarette .Ā Ā clumsyĀ fingersĀ tearĀ throughĀ theĀ wrapping ,Ā Ā hardlyĀ attemptingĀ toĀ keepĀ theĀ wrappingĀ inĀ oneĀ piece .Ā Ā browsĀ raiseĀ uponĀ openingĀ theĀ box .Ā Ā heĀ hasĀ toĀ laugh .Ā Ā āĀ Ā amĀ iĀ reallyĀ thatĀ muchĀ ofĀ anĀ alcoholic ?Ā Ā iĀ swearĀ onĀ meĀ mumĀ iāveĀ enoughĀ boozeĀ toĀ lastĀ untilĀ theĀ endĀ ofĀ theĀ world .Ā Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Oh, donāt tell Lorcan that,Ā ācause heāll be over at yours in a flash and itāll be all gone. ā He grins, although you canāt really go wrong with a gift of liquor for someone you know. ā Itās good scotch, too, so donāt fuckinā guzzle the whole thing in one go, eh? ā James puffs on his cigarette, rather pleased with his little act of generosity. ā And donāt tell anyone I got you this, Iāve got a reputation to maintain with the roadies and crew.Ā ā