“Lemme start again, heh. One two free fo five… wait, lemme…”
“It’s *13*,” I spoke down, having determined this long ago. “You keep saying 12 — at best. You keep saying that and you’re *dead*. You understand??”
He starts again with a laugh and a snicker and a hiccup. In his drunkenness he decides not to even try this time. “Oooonnnee, he he.”
“Just stop.” STOP
Sunklands 