He stood there looking around again. They were still laughing, and that was fine. If Kaden brought the stuff he would have the last laugh. He walked over to his bike and examined it, it was fine, the chain was broken but it was fine. he picked up the bike and lugged it into the back of the RV. Taking a long puff from the cigarette and looked at Kaden. Kaden was a man quite like him. Not exactly like him, but close. He had lost a mother, he had a father who for all intensive purposes couldn't give a damn and he liked the bottle. Looking back on it he was surprised they went best friends. Me the guy verging on drop out, an him standing on the edge of being the same, they have alot to talk about. But first they should talk plans.

Looking up from his bike and to Kaden he made a movement to get his attention. Indicting his head to the new kid he made a drinking sign with his hand as if he is drinking a glass of water. Then he put his head back signalling passing out. What he was trying to say is that they should get him absolutely crap-faced so that he cant rember the night and see how far he will go. Its an old tradition to new meat, and a tradition to see how fun they are. Its mean but its funny if its their first drink. First timers are the best.