“Nice work. Almost had it.” The Driver said from a close distance.
“Shoulda taken that left turn in Albuquerque right? Yeah. I was shifting down like a mo fo. Think I blew a tire or we would’ve been golden. We were bee-lining it to Wasilla to get this keg switched out. Only place around that sells this late. People at the party gonna be pissed.”
“Lucky nobody got crushed.” The skinny tatted dude wasn’t as pleasant. He was rubbing his shoulder as if a genie might pop out of his a*s.
“You hurt, Mitch?”
“Just my shoulder, man, you guys all landed on me.”
“You saying I’m fat, sugar?” The girl had pulled out a bent joint and was trying to find a lighter. Mitch produced one.
“No way, baby. You know I like you on top.”
“Hey, we gotta get out of here. You guys help me push it back over.” Th
