Hours later, Ronnie half-carried, half-dragged a pleasantly exhausted Christian into their hotel room. The two men still snickered from their teammates’ antics, and the beer buzzed comfortably through Christian’s veins with a vibrant hum like electricity through overhead lines. He let Ronnie drop him on the closest bed, where he lay on his back, fully clothed, and stared at the stucco ceiling above. “God,” he sighed. “I’m beat.”
At the other bed, Ronnie unzipped his overnight bag. “Tired?”
Christian laughed. “Yeah. I could fall out right here.”
Ronnie nudged Christian’s leg with his own as he dug into his bag. “Too bad. I had plans for tonight.”
Interested, Christian raised his head to glance at his friend. “Oh? Like what?”
Extracting a small, cardboard box from his bag, Ronnie pitche
