[ooooh boy, he got real fucked up. Sharky knew he was thirsting hard over Izzy, but... maaaaaan.]

Brad's the best. He always knows what's up. You shoulda texted me like ten drinks ago, buddy, we coulda been trashed together. Guess then we would've had to call in the calvary...

[he's already making mental notes to text Ava, Clarke and Nobunaga...]

Oh for real? Did he like it? Get any juicy skeleton-fucker deets??