Little progenitors.
Rex, sitting across from him, swirled his frosted drink, the icy condensation dripping onto the sleek, glass tabletop. With a grin, he took an enormous gulp of his beer and let out a satisfied sigh. "Ahhh, now that hits the spot." He leaned back, balancing his chair on two legs, clearly in no rush to spill the beans.
Carlos wasn't having it. He raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. "Don't dodge the question, Rex. Spill it. I don't buy that 'long story' excuse you pulled earlier."
"Alright, alright, keep your shirt on, old man," Rex said, waving a dismissive hand. He took another swig of his beer, savoring it like it was liquid gold, before finally leaning forward with a grin that was equal parts mischievous and tired.
"The thing is... well..." He paused dramatically, enjoying Carlos's growing irritation.