Chapter 7

“I can’t drink too much more,” said Dale. “I’ve got to get up tomorrow and push on with the thesis.”

“Aw, have some fun,” Tom said, scoffing playfully at Dale. “You’re only young once and apparently you’re a long time dead.”

Dale nodded his agreement. The bourbon did taste good. It had a bite and left a warm trail as it slid down his gullet to his stomach. He felt alive in this place, with his uncle. Here he was free to work when he wanted to and relax when he wanted to. There was no pressure to get assignments in on time, attend tutorials and lectures or to study for exams. All of that was another life and behind him now. He had only to finish his thesis and then he would be done and dusted.

“How about one more,” said Tom, getting up from his armchair.