Mitch walks around the group and grabs a six-pack of beer out of a cooler. He tosses one to me, and I catch it.
“He doesn’t look old enough to have a beer,” says Sharon.
Trevor walks over, and he takes the beer from me. “But I am. Thanks,” he says.
He takes the beer, opens it, and drinks. Mitch’s sister Lana makes room next to her. She waves at me to come over and sit next to her. “Come have a seat, Lance.”
“Uh-oh! Watch out. She’s a cougar on the prowl, and she bites,” Mitch says with a laugh.
“Shut up, Mitch!” shrieks Lana. “Don’t listen to him, Lance. Come and sit.”
“Come on, Mitch. Leave the boy alone,” says Sharon.
“Boy? He looks like a man to me. If he’s out here surviving, he’s a man, a man who’s checking out my wife.”
“I-I…” I stammer.
Mitch laughs. “I’m just messing with you, boy. Come over here and let me introduce everyone.”
He puts his arm around me and walks me over to everyone. “This is Darryl and his wife, Justine, our neighbors Louise and her husband, Mark, my sister Lana, and my brother Dylan.”
I introduce myself and shake their hands.
“Hi, Lance.”
“Welcome.”
“Don’t mind, Mitch. His blood type is jerk, ” say Lana.
“Thirsty?” ask Mitch.
