“Actually, Miller is the champagne of beers. This is, I don’t know what, maybe the….” Cal’s voice trailed off as he presumably groped for a parallel analogy and came up empty-handed. He plopped down in the chair next to Todd’s and set the beers on the little round folding table, also redwood, between them. Cal leaned forward to pop the cans open. They hissed and the yeasty smell of beer filled the summer twilight, making Todd’s mouth water. He snatched up the can and took a long swallow, emptying at least half the can at once. He held it away from himself and belched.
Cal laughed. “A class act through and through. I knew I’d like you. Later we can see who can make the loudest fake farts using our armpits.”
“Cool.”
They stared at one another. In the dimness, Todd couldn’t make out the piercing green of his eyes, but he could make out Cal’s interest. Todd gulped down the rest of the beer and set the empty back on the table, crushing it down with a fist.