We stretched out on the floor to watch the
movie, our beers half-empty for most of the film. I only sipped at
mine, trying to keep enough in the bottle that Mikey wouldn’t think
it time for me to go down for more, but he made quite a show every
time he picked up his own beer and swished the last swig around in
the bottom. I was feeling the booze pretty heavily—I had drunk too
much too soon and probably couldn’t have stood without swaying if I
tried. So I concentrated on finishing the pizza and washed it down
with one of the water bottles Mikey had brought up with him. By the
time the movie ended and Mikey switched the disc out for its
sequel, my stomach was leaden, my brain fuzzy, and my eyelids
heavy. I curled my arms beneath my head and wondered vaguely if
maybe I shouldn’t h
