Ash took a long swig of beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he let out a satisfied burp. "Fuck, that hits the spot," he muttered, eyeing the growing pile of empty bottles on the coffee table. The room was filled with the sound of their rowdy laughter and the occasional clink of glasses.

Mason, sprawled on the couch across from Ash, snorted derisively. "Lightweight," he teased, holding up his own nearly full tumbler of whiskey. "This is barely a start, my man." He took a deep gulp, relishing the burn as it slid down his throat.

Gordon, perched on the armchair in the corner, rolled his eyes behind his glasses. "You two are fucking animals," he said, sipping his wine more daintily. "I can't believe I let you lot convince me to do this stupid pajama party thing."

Ash scoffed. "Convince you? I seem to remember you being the one who suggested we make it a drinking game night," he said, grabbing another beer from the six-pack on the floor.

Mason grinned wolfishly. "Yeah, well, I call bullshit on that. You just wanted an excuse to dress up in those ridiculous pajamas," he said, gesturing to the pink, heart-covered fabric Ash was wearing.

Ash looked down at his pajamas and smirked. "What? You don't like them? I think they're fucking cute," he said, striking a silly pose.

Gordon snorted. "Cute? Ash, you look like a fucking lesbian," he said, shaking his head.

Ash flipped him off. "Fuck you, Gordon. I'll have you know these pajamas are all the rage in Japan," he said, taking another swig of beer.

Mason laughed. "Japan? Since when do you give a fuck about Japanese fashion trends?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ash shrugged. "Since I started watching that anime shit you're always going on about," he said, pointing an accusing finger at Mason.

Mason held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, don't blame me for your poor life choices," he said, grinning. "Besides, I thought you said you hated anime?"