[for Bill and Chuck]

[remnantofjoseph]

The vespa was a lot nicer than the wheelbarrow Joe had once imagined, but they were drunk and it was late in the evening, and the sentiment alone was enough to put a smile on his face and a helpless laugh in his chest, alternately shoving Bill and shushing them both as they stumble through the hall to the clinic--the compound is surprisingly less crowded than usual, which is probably just a testament to how many people ended up at the party.  All the more reason to get Chuck out of there, he figures.

[posting order is Chuck, Bill, Joe]