“They were all just leaving.” “Wait, I didn’t even get to crack my beer open yet,” Posey says. “You’re leaving.” “Now that Ollie’s here, I really want to stay,” Hornsby says. Yeah, over my dead body. “Leave. Now. Before I physically remove you myself.” “I think he’s being serious,” Posey says while looking among the boys and me. “I think he wants us to leave.” “I think he does,” Hornsby says. “That’s fucking rude.”
