CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I think I celebrated too hard.”
The soft moan came from Mouse. One side of his face lay against the table and he looked a little green about the gills.
Grant had a stupor-like look on his face as he leaned back in his chair. “But it was good.”
“How would you know?” came Chase’s muffled question. He sat beside me with one hand over his face. “You drank it all too fast to enjoy it.”
Grant wagged a finger at him. “That’s where you’re wrong, Chase. I drank it quickly so my whole body would tingle with the sensation of it.” He earned an eye roll from both of his compatriots.
Ben stood and stretched his arms above his head. A quick look out the window told him that the sun would soon be setting. “If you gentlemen are done with your merriment, you’re welcome to any
