"You're the hurler–" I paused and racked my brain for his name. "Joey!" I blurted out, proud of myself for managing to retrieve that piece of information in my state. "Joey the hurler and Shannon like the river." "Like the river?" the girl chuckled. "God, how much have you had to drink?" "A river load by the looks of it," Joey stated wryly, eyeing me with curiosity.
