Dan was initially going to turn down the offering, being annoyed by the intrusion into his much sought after, and much needed, solitude in the first place. He looked at the bottle that was being offered. “f**k? Labatt’s 50? That’s what I drink! What’s a young guy like yourself doing drinking an Old Guy Beer!” He asked, taking the ice-cold bottle from the young man’s hand and twisting off the cap! He raised the bottle in a toast, then poured the cold ale into his mouth, swishing it around, savouring the taste, before swallowing. The next time he raised the bottle to his lips he drained the bottle completely!
The young man stared in disbelief, then reached back into the cooler and extracted another one and handed that to Dan.
“Wow! You must have been some f*****g thirsty! Good thing I came
