“It’s a celebration!” Eric proclaimed as he handed the frothy bottle to Larry.
“What’sthis?” Larry Jr. asked, wiping his wet sticky fingers on the bedspread.
“Try it, you’ll dig it the most. Sweet, bubbly, it’s like 7-Up…only better.” Larry took a sip, the bubbles tap-dancing down his throat as he coughed. “See? Good stuff!” Larry wanted to celebrate. He had never celebrated anything in his short tragic life. He tipped the bottle and took a long slug. Eric laughed, impressed. He may have been creating a future alcoholic but you gotta break a few eggs to get laid. “Here, let me get a taste.” Larry Jr. was hooked on the lightness airing out the denseness in his head. He tipped the bottle one more time before handing it back to Eric.
“That’s good! You think Helen would want some? Sheis par
