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A few? He wanted the whole case. He wanted to sit on his ass, dig his toes into the sand, and drink himself to oblivion. As soon as he heard the crack and ensuing hiss of a can being opened, he went over to where Nate stood and snagged the beer from his hand. He chugged it, then exchanged his empty can for the second Nate had opened in the meantime.
"Really?"
Leon held a finger up as he took several long pulls, and Nate rolled his eyes.
He'd had a single glass of wine throughout the travesty that was dinner, though he'd desperately wanted a refill. Rita's mother had watched them like a hawk, and he hadn't wanted to risk her thinking he had a problem. She'd already decided it was an issue that Rita hadn't spent the rest of her life in mourning, and he'd been the one to push her past being sad all the time — she didn't need more ammo for all her underhanded comments. If she looked out the window to where they gathered now, though, he'd be fucked.
Maybe when he thought back on this exact night in a few years, he'd laugh at the absurdity of being twenty-five and ducking his girlfriend's mother while he tried to achieve a buzz in the shortest amount of time possible. Why hadn't they brought liquor? Hadn't any of them heard the phrase liquor is quicker?
He finished off the second beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then blew out a burst of air forcefully enough to send his lips flapping like a horse's. Nate had opened another can, and when Leon looked at him, he turned away, guarding the beer in his arms.
"Fuck off. You can open your own."
So he did. He opened his third can, tucked a fourth unopened under his arm, and plopped himself down onto the ground. Leon pulled off his shoes so he could wiggle his toes into the sand; it was still warm from the day's sun, and dry since they were so far up from the water. Nate handed the can he'd saved to Becca, and she smiled sweetly at him before she came to sit on the side of the fire pit that Leon was on. It was the best view: facing towards the ocean and the sky that was already turning orange, like a giant fucking mango, or some pumpkin pie. They hadn't brought snacks, had they?
Rita worked efficiently to get the fire going, and once she turned from it, he held an arm out and waved her towards him.
"C'mere," he said with a grin, and gave her the beer he'd nabbed for her, then wrapped his around her shoulders after she'd settled.
Now, he could breathe. His head had started to tingle pleasantly, Rita was at his side, his toes were in the sand, and he still had another beer to finish before he begged Nate to toss him another.
"Will you tell us about Chase now?"
"What the hell, Becca?" Leon laughed. "We just sat down. Sun hasn't even set yet."
"Sorry!" she said quickly. "I— I thought... I don't know. Sorry. But seriously. Will you tell us?"
"Really?"
Leon held a finger up as he took several long pulls, and Nate rolled his eyes.
He'd had a single glass of wine throughout the travesty that was dinner, though he'd desperately wanted a refill. Rita's mother had watched them like a hawk, and he hadn't wanted to risk her thinking he had a problem. She'd already decided it was an issue that Rita hadn't spent the rest of her life in mourning, and he'd been the one to push her past being sad all the time — she didn't need more ammo for all her underhanded comments. If she looked out the window to where they gathered now, though, he'd be fucked.
Maybe when he thought back on this exact night in a few years, he'd laugh at the absurdity of being twenty-five and ducking his girlfriend's mother while he tried to achieve a buzz in the shortest amount of time possible. Why hadn't they brought liquor? Hadn't any of them heard the phrase liquor is quicker?
He finished off the second beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then blew out a burst of air forcefully enough to send his lips flapping like a horse's. Nate had opened another can, and when Leon looked at him, he turned away, guarding the beer in his arms.
"Fuck off. You can open your own."
So he did. He opened his third can, tucked a fourth unopened under his arm, and plopped himself down onto the ground. Leon pulled off his shoes so he could wiggle his toes into the sand; it was still warm from the day's sun, and dry since they were so far up from the water. Nate handed the can he'd saved to Becca, and she smiled sweetly at him before she came to sit on the side of the fire pit that Leon was on. It was the best view: facing towards the ocean and the sky that was already turning orange, like a giant fucking mango, or some pumpkin pie. They hadn't brought snacks, had they?
Rita worked efficiently to get the fire going, and once she turned from it, he held an arm out and waved her towards him.
"C'mere," he said with a grin, and gave her the beer he'd nabbed for her, then wrapped his around her shoulders after she'd settled.
Now, he could breathe. His head had started to tingle pleasantly, Rita was at his side, his toes were in the sand, and he still had another beer to finish before he begged Nate to toss him another.
"Will you tell us about Chase now?"
"What the hell, Becca?" Leon laughed. "We just sat down. Sun hasn't even set yet."
"Sorry!" she said quickly. "I— I thought... I don't know. Sorry. But seriously. Will you tell us?"
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