Chapter 178

[Cordelia]

Atlas and Clark can barely remain standing as they lean on one another completely drunk in the middle of the day. They smell about as good as they look, which is not good at all considering that with their clothing rumpled and their faces red with drink, they look like two out-of-work businessmen who have just scrapped themselves out of a gutter.

"I see you two have been enjoying yourselves," I prickle, disgusted at their display. "Are you two insane? Are you trying to cause more problems with the press?"

The brothers look at one another but are so drunk they have fallen into a silly mood. As their noses almost touch, they start snorting, falling over one another as they chuckle.

"We only had a little bit to drink," Atlas lies as he folds over and belches. Based on the wet quality of the sounds coming from his mouth, I take a step back. These are new shoes, I'd hate for them to be covered in vomit.

"That was a mistake," he grumbles, still bent over.

"Why are you two here?