[The door's opening and, crouched behind the couch, Charlie has time to think that he really ought to have invested in... confetti? A balloon? Something to throw, definitely. Nothing augments a surprise like a projectile toward the face.
Instead he holds off until what sounds like the right moment to jump up from behind the sofa. He has an open beer in hand (apparently someone got tired of waiting for them to get back).] Surprise! I brought liquor!
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Instead he holds off until what sounds like the right moment to jump up from behind the sofa. He has an open beer in hand (apparently someone got tired of waiting for them to get back).] Surprise! I brought liquor!