Padding into the kitchen Brock went in search of ibuprofen. Shaking a couple pills into his palm, he next headed for the fridge. There, on the bottom shelf, were several bottles of Calvin’s beer. Lifting a bottle out and trying to twist off the cap before realizing he needed an opener, Brock pulled out the silverware drawer and rummaged around before he found what he needed. Opening the bottle and taking a long pull from it, Brock remembered the pills. They were no longer in his hand.
“s**t!”
He must have dropped them in the drawer. Not feeling like searching for them, he shook two more out of the pill bottle and swallowed them with another mouthful of beer. The beer was almost finished. A couple more gulps and it was.
Brock burped softly, before reaching into the fridge for a second bo
