Chapter 261: Best Man Things
“Three bottles down; c’mon! Number four!” The Pendragon clapped Colin on his back, starting a chant of "Four, Four, Four" from the rest of the men and women.
Colin swayed; his bleary eyes met Erec’s.
Erec gave him a thumbs-up. But watched with care; when was too much? And when should he stop his friend?
Colin hiccuped, brought the bottle to his mouth, and downed it in a single gulp. The crowd erupted in a yell, the clapping like a beat of drums. So loud that for a second, it drowned out the sound of all the other music blasting. With a belch, Colin threw his bottle, and his arms went up with a triumphant yell; Erec shook his head. Four hadn’t hit the limit. But eventually they would.
What had started as a small group of Pendragon boys joining their bachelor party had morphed into something that would have the Knights yelling at them. At first, it had just been Pendragons, then other nomad Packs drove in as well, pulling their cars together in circles and blasting the same music. Then came the people from the Kingdom. Nearly all of them were the same age—young men and women, here to tear the wasteland up. And, soon, those same people would be getting Colin his fifth drink. Then probably a sixth.
Really, when should Garin or Erec step in?
And amid it all, Colin only got sloppier; he accepted another beer a guy with bleached hair handed him. Five.
Erec raised a weary eyebrow at Garin. His friend ignored the gesture and instead slipped over to Colin, clapping him on the back and toasting with his own beer as the music boomed louder; Colin clambered to the top of a car and danced, shortly joined by several others. Erec watched with a tense feeling in his shoulders; would they fall off? Garin decided not to cut him off…
But maybe…