looking back, i see
There had been this one time: Pete said, "Okay, okay," and sat down with Patrick in the back of the van, both of them with their legs crossed right at the edge and letting a breeze in through the open rear doors in the middle of everywherenowhere Pennsylvania on the way to Connecticut. Pete shook up the bottle of Martinell's, liquid sprayed out and puddled on the pavement, and he shouted, surprised as Patrick laughed and reached out to curl the neck of the bottle in his fingers right after Pete took to a swig.
"Not the real stuff, my man, but you can make-believe," Pete said, and he smacked his lips together, sniffing.
Patrick drank two huge gulps and tucked the bottle between his thighs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and wondering how much longer Andy would be in the pit stop restroom. Joe had already given up on waiting for a motel, snoring in the passenger seat up front.
"What's the occasion?" Patrick asked, and followed Pete's hand when he extended his arm and grabbed the bottle for himself again.
"Fuck if I know," Pete said. He uncurled his legs and bounced on his toes just outside of the pavement, smearing the puddle of cider with his foot and streaking liquid across the ground. "Fake something. Whatever -- whatever comes out first, who cares? I just want to celebrate."
"Not the real stuff, my man, but you can make-believe," Pete said, and he smacked his lips together, sniffing.
Patrick drank two huge gulps and tucked the bottle between his thighs, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and wondering how much longer Andy would be in the pit stop restroom. Joe had already given up on waiting for a motel, snoring in the passenger seat up front.
"What's the occasion?" Patrick asked, and followed Pete's hand when he extended his arm and grabbed the bottle for himself again.
"Fuck if I know," Pete said. He uncurled his legs and bounced on his toes just outside of the pavement, smearing the puddle of cider with his foot and streaking liquid across the ground. "Fake something. Whatever -- whatever comes out first, who cares? I just want to celebrate."