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Harry took a large swallow of the drink he'd poured. The amber liquid burned on the way down and warmed his stomach as it hit home. He needed this drink and the ones that would follow, more then he ever needed a drink before. In fact, he planned on getting good and drunk.
His fight with Lee had been totally irrational. When Lee had walked out, he'd gone for the bottle. He knew it wasn't the way to solve their problems but it would do for the moment until he could figure out how their argument had gone so far.