""So you're saying that you were drunk?", Marc asked, leaning over to grab one of Edmund's Budweisers from the enormous blue and white Playmate cooler sitting at the foot of the ambulance's bed. He swayed a bit, sympathetic to the Econ-O-Line's lateral movement as it rolled toward Dallas.
"Not drunk yet, but on my way.", Edmund answered, motioning at the cooler for another. He tipped back the bottle he had just gestured with and drained the last half of it in three, thirsty…