[b]Tom Porter[/b]

Upon draining his 634th glass, Tom glanced around at the group lining the bar. He sighed. "So... remind me again why is it that we have been on a retreat in [i]Bavaria[/i] for [i]six months,[/i] and all we've done is sit at the bar all day, every day?" he asked.

Twelve pairs of eyes turned in his direction. Jonas, with a chuckle, responded, "Well, what would you be doing if you were [i]home?[/i]"

"...Touché," Tom conceded, as he poured the 635th class. He wondered how the Wolfs could possibly have enough alcohol to permit everyone to drink like it's water for half a year, and still have plenty in store. But then, with a smirk, he decided that on a manor where werewolves roam free, a Jigglypuff runs the show and six random Americans are brought halfway across the world just because they can, he had no right to be questioning the vastness of their wine cellar.