“Want to talk about it?” Aldo asks Ross now.
Ross just shakes his head. “Nah, man. s**t happens, right?”
Aldo nods. “All too often, mate. Just got to roll with the punches.”
Ross lets out a long sigh and wipes at his eyes with a thick forearm. “On to happier thoughts,” he says, forcing a smile. “Dude. We're fuckin signed.”
“Signed, sealed, delivered,” Aldo agrees, lifting his glass. Ross knocks his Bud against it. “Just wish I could remember it. How fuckin wrecked were we last night?”
Ross gives a half-hearted chuckle and shakes his head. “Mate, that was some wild s**t. I'm still feelin shady.”
“Hell yeah. Do you remember much?”
“Not a lot. I remember driving way out into the country, arriving at the place and going inside. After that? Just a blur. Bits and pieces. We were on the ma
