They all clinked the necks of their bottles together and echoed the sentiment, even Anissa, the newcomer to the group. She suppressed a wistful desire to remain in Kilkenny and become true friends with these good people.
"So what's up?" Eric looked around the group and must have noticed their troubled faces. He stretched his long legs in front of him, then leaned back so his chair balanced on the rear two legs.
David pulled up another chair from the far wall and plunked it between her and his friend. Then he straddled the seat and leaned his chin on the seat back. "I'm going to need to hack Social Security."
At David's announcement, Eric's chair clattered and hit the ground. "What?"
"No way." Ben argued.
Wesley nodded. "Probably."
"What is Social Security?" None of them paid any attention to Anissa's question, they just kept talking. "And what does 'hack' mean?"
"That's a major-league felony," Ben said with a frown. "Don't even joke about it."