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Demetri kicked back in a leather arm chair. A bottle of his father's most expensive whiskey in his left hand. The tv remote was in his right. He flicked through the channels until he found Starwars playing. He took a drink and checked the clock. It read 11:45. He smiled to himself. He was smart enough to know that it was too drunk to drive anywhere cool. His stomach growled with hunger. I wonder if Pizza Palace is still open. He pulled out his phone and dialed the number. the phone rang a couple of times before a voice answered.
"Hello, Pizza Palace. My name is Charlie, how may I help you?" a voice answered on the other line.
"Do you guys deliver?" Demetri asked in a slurred voice.
"Yes. What's your address?" Demetri gave his address in a bored tone.
"Okay. What can I get you?"
"I'd like a large pizza with pepperoni, sausage, and mushrooms. I'd also like an order of bread sticks and two liters of cola."
"Alright, you ordered a large pepperoni, sausage, and mushroom pizza, an order of breadsticks, and two liters o soda." He responded.
"Yes," he said.
"That'll be $17.50. It'll take 15-25 minutes for delivery."
"Alright. Thanks," Demetri replied and then hung up the phone. Demetri hated being stuck at home, but at this point he was feeling the whiskey and didn't care. He decided to text Kris and see if she was still awake.
"Hey. Are you awake? I ordered pizza and have free reign on the minbar. Come over if you want," was the message sent through text.