There were at least eight different kinds of beer in Lolly and Lemarr’s fridge, and even if you discounted the nasty beer-flavored water, that still left plenty of choices. Andy snaked his arm into the back to snag Scooter’s Coke while he considered his options.
He’d been braced, sort of, for Scooter to offer to come with him. He’d spent the last half of the game working up to it and trying to remind himself that it was because they were around a lot of people Andy’d only just met and Scooter didn’t want him to feel isolated, and not because Scooter didn’t trust him out of sight.
But then Scooter had just put in his request and gone right back to poking through the crate of games, and Andy had been left feeling…he wasn’t sure yet, but it was good. Relieved and elated and just…good. Andy
