My brother reads the label. “Lightning Bolt…with an exclamation point. What is this shit?” He inspects it like Sam handed him arsenic. And then Ryke pops the fucking tab and takes a sip. I just shake my head. How has he not died yet? “You didn’t know what it was, and yet you still drank it?” Connor says aloud. “Now I’m questioning our friendship.” “Good,” Ryke says, “because I question it every fucking day.”
