"Man, I am the opposite of a person you wanna ask about responsible drinking and driving," Kavinsky confessed with a subtle wince. You didn't get where Kavinsky had been back in Henrietta with moderation and consideration for your mortality. Now, things were better, were easier.

Jack's had felt warm through the thin, worn fabric of Kavinsky's shirt. He smiled at him, reaching back to hold his wrist as he headed to the bar and get them drinks: beer for Jack, tequila for himself.