“I’ll bet,” Kennedy said. “Look, any of you fellows want a real Earthside whisky? When we were crewing this expedition, why didn’t we bring someone with a knowledge of distilling, brewing and such?”
Mayer snapped at him, “Jerry, you drink too much.”
“The hell I do,” the other said cheerfully. “Not near enough.”
Barry Watson said easily, “A drink wouldn’t hurt. Why’re we so stiff? This is the first get-together for ten years. Jerry, you’re putting on weight.”
Kennedy looked down at his admittedly rounded stomach. “Don’t get enough exercise,” he said, then reversed the attack. “You look older. Are your taking your rejuvenation treatments?”
Barry Watson grimaced. “Sure, but I’m working under pressure. It’s been one long campaign.”
Kennedy passed around the drinks.
Dick Hawkins laughed.
