Tiny folded over.
Hawk turned away, shoulders shaking.
Even Sully covered his mouth.
"Fuck all of y'all."
"I didn't say shit," Tiny wheezed.
"Y'all laughing at me though."
I looked at Knox.
He wasn't laughing.
Which somehow made it worse.
"You could've pointed at the damn sign."
His eyebrows went up.
"I did. I said you're too old."
"There were several ways to interpret that."
"Not when you're standing in front of a sign that says thirteen and under. It's directly in front of you."
I walked away. Heard them following.
They caught up with me in the parking lot. I stopped and turned. They looked like they wanted to apologize. I held up my hand before they could speak.
I exhaled. Hard.
"I'm sorry, y'all," I lifted my hands, dropped them.
"That wasn't— I didn't mean to do that here. He said I was too old and my mouth went to the worst room in my head. That's on me. Not on you," I laughed, but it wasn't a real laugh.
"Can we pretend that just didn't happen? I got a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Japanese whiskey back at the house if y'all come down with memory loss."
Tiny spoke first.
"I ain't see shit."
Hawk came next.
"I ain't hear shit."
I turned to Knox.
"Grizz?"
"I remember everything. But I'll take a glass of whiskey."
Chapter 11
The whiskey was a mistake. A big fucking mistake.
Not because it wasn't good whiskey—it was, and Lila was generous with it. It was because Lila was knocked-over drunk.