It had been almost a minute, and he still couldn't blink.
Brian was beginning to reconsider his decisions.
Had he been too reckless? Was now a good time to reassess his relationship with caffie-
There! There was some Coke, on the table there by the green-eyed kid and the fancy pink-haired bloke. An Earth brand, in outer space? At a high-class function like this, no less. Clearly it was an exemplary force of marketing brilliance. By the sheer might of the brand, it had become truly universal, which Brian conceded, was mildly alarming, but today, it would be his salvation.
"Thank Christ." he wheezed. "That's exactly what I need right now."
Brian made a beeline for the bottles. He grabbed one, and with head tipped back, and eyes scrunched tight, he chugged half of it. He shook his head. He blinked. God, he could finally blink again. A miracle.
"Gah." he uttered gratefully.
Oh. There were witnesses, weren't there?
Whatever. With all these masks, and alcohol, and politics, someone was bound to do something dumber than he had before the night was over. Brian shrugged, sipped the Coke, and took a moment to be distracted by the ostentatiously decorated ceiling.
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