18 Chapter 18

Jeff leaned against the wall and shook his head in annoyance. “I had hoped you’d take the hintwhile you still had on your boots and go get us at least a twelver. Oh, wait, fuck the twelver, since you owe me at least a case by now.”

I groaned. Why is it that the richest guys always seemed to be the cheapest? Or could that be the reason they wereso rich, because they always nickel-and-dimed you to death? “Don’t worry, Mr. Penny Pincher, I’ll pay you back.”

“Oh, yeah? When, Mr. Booze Hound, when? Fucking A, you didn’t even chip in this week for our alcohol shopping spree. My wallet is getting a bit thin and—”