Friday night, the parents were gone, the liquor cabinet was open. The two of them were in a dimly lit, spacious, sleek, and modern living room, reclining on a large gray sofa after downing about six glasses of a certain brand of alcohol they'd taken from the liquor cabinet without bothering to mention the brand. He downed another glass of alcohol and set it down on the table with a thud, his face flushed from overindulgence and the room feeling warmer. "Where's the damn AC remote?" he said, fumbling for it.