“Why do you play this game when you know how bad you are?” he heckled his friend.
“Shut up, I get better the more I drink.” Ethan laughed and looked up from where he sat on a green cushioned patio chair to see none other than Sara holding out a beer to him.
“Hey there,” he stated slowly, taking the bottle from her hand.
“Hey yourself.” He gestured to the empty seat next to him, an unspoken invitation, but she waved him off. “I"m only here for another minute, I have a thing in the morning, but you looked like you could use that,” she explained, referencing the drink.
“You might be right. Thanks.”
“Don"t mention it. Try not to get too crazy tonight.” She smirked at him and walked away. He downed the beer, and maybe three others, and joined a game of corn hole further out in the yard. He
