Chapter Nineteen
Destin looked at the other men when he entered the room. Tim and Mason started to rise, but Destin waved for them to remain seated. His eyes lit up when he saw the coffee pot in the corner. It was one of the old fashion kind, not the alien version.
“Thomas just made a fresh pot. He said he thought we might need some,” Tim said. “Cups are in the cabinet above.”
“Thanks,” Destin replied. “Trig, do you want any?”
A disgusted expression flashed across Trig’s face and he shook his head. “No. Beth gave me some yesterday. It takes like shewta! That means s**t in your language,” he said with a shake of his head. “I don’t know how you humans drink the stuff.”
Richard chuckled. “I kind of figured that was what it meant. It’s an acquired taste. If you spend enough time up at nig
