After a few rounds of drinks, you and Sully can't keep your mouths shut. You're shooting insults and witty retorts back and forth, and everyone else is sick of hearing it for the thousandth time.

"Jesus, get a room," Nathan groans, his head in his hands. "You two bicker like an old married couple."

That shuts you two up. An old married couple? You and Sully? That's just ridiculous! You can't even fathom it. Sully, it seems, simply does not want to, seeing as he downs an entire damn bottle of whiskey just to get the image out of his head.