Welcome To Purgatory

Huh?

“Huh?”

Is it hot outside? Oswin wondered. Oh wait, maybe he means the fire. Yeah, that would make sense, being next to the fire and all. Good thinking on his part; Gracie might get hurt being so close.

Oswin had raised a hand to start his process of getting in the truck, but at the suggestion his expression turned crestfallen. “Right,” He sighed, blinking out of eye contact and slowly walking to the side of the vehicle. It noticeably moved as he hauled himself over the side, landing with a thud in the bed of the truck.

The first sight that greeted him was the bag of Billie’s beer, which brought revulsion to his features once more. Ugh. Beer. How can anybody stand drinking this stuff? Isn’t alcohol, like, really bad tasting? I’ve tried rubbing alcohol, that stuff made me throw up instantly.

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