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"We're not watching the game?" Marly entered the living room with three cold beers. He handed one to Pike, one to Barrett, and kept the third. He stared at the box Roz held.
"Hollander hates puzzles," Roz whined. "His parents are traveling. I have no one else."
Hayden glared at Shane. "You invited me over for puzzles with fucking Rozanov?"
Shane smirked. "Yeah."
"We can make it a drinking game, yes?" Roz offered, filling his glass with vodka. "You match two pieces, you drink."
Which was how Shane found himself tucking blankets over four passed-out men a few hours later.