They drove around a bit. Every now and then, David would point out a place they had once been.
“That’s where the party was where you ate a pot brownie and freaked out about light bulbs,” David reminded him.
While driving through another subdivision, “That’s where both you and Eric were trying to hit on Sarah Fuller and she rejected both of you.”
“I don’t remember gettin’ rejected,” Eric responded.
“Well, it did happen,” David informed him. “Both of you blamed one another for ruining your chances with her.”
“I don’t remember Sarah Fuller,” William stated.
“It’s been twenty-two years,” David said. “I only remember because of how awkward the ride home was.”
“Speakin’ of awkward, I need another beer,” Eric interjected.
“You can’t drink in the front seat,” David informed him. “In fact, you probably shouldn’t be drinking in a moving car to begin with. We’ll probably get pulled over if a cop sees us.”
“That never happened in high school,” Eric retorted.
“Luck always runs out,” David said.
“Well, just drive casual,” Eric said.
William sat up straight and tilted his head forward between his two friends.
“I shouldn’t have come,” William told them. “I’m endangering the mission.”
Eric let out a loud, long burp.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” David muttered.
“Same,” William muttered.