Chapter 4

Finally that part of it was over, I was empty. Jake handed me the Kool-Aid. “Just a sip,” he said. Bleagh, it tasted funny now. Elrod turned, looked at my face, managed to get his under control, took a photo of me with the phone, giggled, and said, “We ran out of vodka. That’s gin. Don’t waste it.”

My lap warmer sat up, barfed out the other back window, gulped down some Kool-Aid, and holy shit, she really was a he. No nunnery would have ever taken that one. “I won again,” she grinned, I mean he. “Didn’t I?”

“No, you came in second,” Elrod smiled. “Right behind Miss Sippy Valley there,” and he was looking right at me. My face fell into a silent snarl, but it made my skin hurt, so I blinked and looked at the video on Elrod’s phone.