“Wake up!” a deep voice boomed, and Neil pressed his hands to his throbbing temples.
A foot kicked his leg, and he immediately felt the straw bale poking into his back. He sat up, his head feeling as if it were a football someone had kicked around. He rested his head in his hand and took a whiff of stale beer mixed with manure. He was still in the barn, and a horse blanket had been tossed over him. Neil blinked, and there was his big brother Brad glowering down on him.
“Did you solve anything by getting shitfaced?” he asked.
Neil blinked and rested his elbows on his knees as he sat up. He looked around for Andy but didn’t see him, though he did spot the empty bottle of whiskey they’d also shared.
“What do you want, Brad?” he groaned.
“I want you to get up and go take care of your woma
