Chapter 1.30: December 26, 2015
"Ken on the line."
"…ny, sorry, I…egos fill…testosterone…cells…get away."
"I'm sorry?"
"Sorry, it was super loud in there. I don't know what time it is there, but I just needed an excuse to get away from the overinflated egos filled with the overproduction of testosterone and under-production of brain cells."
"You poor child. People have kept their hands off, though, right?"
"I made sure of it."
"You haven't had any alcohol, have you? It would be sorta kinda very illegal. You're only eighteen."
"I'm not stupid, Kenny. I'm basically here as Beth's chaperone."
"She's not drunk, is she? She's just as underaged as you. Well, not quite, but still."
"No. Unless you can get drunk off Sprite. That's all she's drinking, but now her blood sugar levels are through the roof, and her composure is out the door. I think she's having fun, though."
"Good enough. When are you planning on going home?"
"Considering that it's two in the morning here, probably very, very soon. How is it in Sweden?"
"Okay. I leave for Africa tomorrow, but I have the day off today. I have to admit that I'm a bit glad to leave because winter in California melts in comparison to here."
"Gotta love California weather."
"No, I don't have to do anything, though I do love it. Has my present arrived yet?"
"Yes…"
"And…? What'd you think?"
"You sent me your book, Kenny. A copy of your own book."
"And it was an amazing present!"
"…"
"Fine, fine. I'm bringing your actual present when I visit. It was supposed to be a surprise."
"All right. Well, I think I just saw a guy make a pass at Beth, and she obviously still wants to dance, so I'm going to go save her. Bye, Kenny. Love you."
"Be safe, Eru. Tell me when you get home, yeah? I love you."896Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DxYjP4FOJ
Author's Note:
Just in case people who aren't in the United States are reading this (you never know…), the legal age for drinking here is twenty-one as of this date. They might push for it to be lowered in the future, though.
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