An odd behavior

"You should learn how to knock." Lexington said coldly, eyes glaring at Reginald as he sprawled into the chair in front of his desk, crossing his foot over his desk. Shaggy hair that looked it'd lack days of washing, shirt barely buttoned, eyes with huge bags under them, his younger brother looked haggard, like a train ran over him and dumped his body in the sewers...Yeah, he stank too.

"Whiskey." Reginald growled, his eyes bloodshot and red. "Give me whiskey."

Lexington's lips parted for moment as he fished for damaging words to impact but could only settle with. "you've got two legs that worked just fine when you mannerlessly barged into my office. surely they can take you back out to get yourself a drink because I won't be getting you one, nor are you allowed to touch anything in my bar." He looked over Reginald's shoulders at the fully stacked bar next to the entrance.

"Fine." Reginald seethed and his eyes went unfocused for a moment. And Lexington realized he was minlinking some