Brian went straight to a nearby cooler that was resting on the floor. He knelt down and grabbed a bottle of beer, cracking it open before handing it to me. I turned to hand it back to Jesse, but he was gone. I supposed he'd dropped away at some point on the journey over. I guess I was supposed to wonder about him, but honestly, I was glad my greasy shadow was gone.

"See? I told you," Brian said, clinking his own beer with mine. "Nice, right?"

"It's a lot," I said.

"Hell yeah!" Brian said, clapping me on the back.

"Won't the neighbors complain about the noise?" I asked....