I sip, you sip, we sip [Jup's bachelor orgy]

Since solidifying the deal with Chaos and Jupiter, Tyrian had made a point to keep an eye on his distraught nephew. Jupiter was taking it differently that Tyrian had anticipated. His behavior was erratic, and while that may have sounded typical for him at first blush, it was an angry, aggressive sort of erratic that Tyrian wasn't used to seeing from the elder Imperialis. So when he'd spied his nephew hauling a cart of booze across the Range Tyrian had decided to follow.

He'd arrived at the beach just in time to see Jupiter flinging booze around. Tyrian pursed his lips and called in a casual tone, "Jupiter? Whatcha doing, buddy?" He wasn't sure if he should be concerned or relieved. On the one hand, whatever this was looked like the sort of thing Jupiter would do on a good day. On the other...it just didn't feel right.