Back on the second floor . . .

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Anders pulls a bottle of cold water from the mini-fridge, and turns to hand it to sharon_valerii. "There you go," he says, and hastily kicks a pair of inside-out boxers -- which are definitely not his -- under the desk. "So, I guess it was a good party? There's, uh . . . multicolored, kinda three-dimensional puddles on the ground outside."