He was drawn to it, but it felt like he couldn’t do it with Johnny there. Everything was too soon.
He opened the fridge instead grabbed a tallboy.
PBR
what they used to drink back in the day, but this one felt different.
With death surrounding them he was thankful he could drink, thankful for the beer. The peephole still called him, but he avoided it. Like eyes on public transport.
He would do it later. When Johnny went to bed. He would sleep out here, and investigate.
They crunched their beers together, and the feeling of heaviness came over his eyes. A think feeling the alcohol instead of waking him up was pushing him down.
They sat on the couch and looking ahead kept talking. A tv was on but only in the background.
