Chapter Eleven
The sound of a beer can being opened next to my ear usually grabs my attention. Especially when the accompanying ice cold spray shoots directly into my ear.
I shot upright, rolling to my left as I did so. Fortunately, this enabled me to avoid smacking my face against the vicious looking contraption that had been hanging just a few feet above my sleeping head. Unfortunately, it meant that I fell off the edge of the pool table and landed unceremoniously on the floor of the Hell Rats clubhouse.
The roars of laughter that followed showed that my acrobatics had been positively received by an appreciative audience, and when a cold beer was pressed into my hand I shook my head and managed to focus on the source of the hilarity.
“Told you he’d be able to miss the light shade,” s
