WORKING THE BAGJerry woke Marshall by clamping a hand over his mouth. Marshall’s eyes popped open, wide and startled, but he never made a sound. His body barely moved. Good. Rita lay asleep next to him, and she probably wouldn’t take Jerry’s visit so well. It was three in the morning, after all.
Slowly, Jerry pulled his hand away from the man’s mouth. Marshall looked up at him, the burning in his eyes somewhere between annoyed and furious.
Jerry held out a beer, offering it, but Marshall waved it away. He shrugged and left the bedroom, somehow managing to remain quiet as a mouse even as he stumbled. He knew Marshall would follow.
He plopped down on his friend’s couch and cracked open the beer. He took a long pull off the can, sucking down most of its contents before wiping his moustache
