[color=#9C615D][h2][right]𝚁𝚊𝚢 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜[/right][/h2][/color][hr]Ray laughed. It was a good day. The Sun was out, the air wasn’t too hot, and his friends were all enjoying themselves. His laughter was cut short when the truck hit another bump and gave a stomach-turning bounce, sending his less-massive compatriots flying.

[color=#9C615D]“Whoa now! Hold onto yourselves, ‘cause we’re in for a rough ride. If anyone needs a cushion, my arms are ready and waiting.”[/color] He sprawled outwards in the truck bed, leaning against the side and taking up a majority of the surface area with his legs and torso. Asa handed him a bottle of Heorot Whiskey.

[color=#9C615D]“And what do you expect me to do with this, eh?”[/color] He laughed again, the booming sound overpowering the rumble of the engine.

[color=tomato]“Drink all of it, pussy.”[/color]

[color=#9C615D]“Watch that mouth of yours, Asa! If you’re any more hostile, I just might retaliate with force!”[/color] Ray threw back his head and downed the rest of the bottle. [color=#9C615D]“Good stuff. A bit weak, but it’ll do for now.”[/color] Being big had its advantages. Sure, he always got the lowest marks on stealth exercises, but winning drinking contests was far more important. He burped and leaned past Asa to talk to the cabin’s inhabitants, dodging shards of glass as Sam broke his bottle on the roof of the truck.

[color=#9C615D]“Hey, Sabrina, borrow me a bit of that stuff you got there. I need a chaser real quick.”[/color] Ray held out the empty bottle.