I Will Not Bow

It is when you smell like a brewery.

Mmm, maybe. But I could always shower... with some help of course.

Psh– alright, honey. Didn’t know you were this… patriotic. We’re gonna go home after the fireworks though, okay? I think you could use the sleep.

I am very patriotic when beer and fireworks are involved! You want me to go home to... sleep? That’s not a way to end a fireworks show!

Okay babe, I was just wondering.

I was born ready. And free. Because this is ‘murica!

That’s shit… Is it salvageable?

Yeah, even still drivable. It was just a part on the back that hardly matters in the grand scheme of the truck.

I jammed the hitch in when it was too small and broke it. 

Ooh, summer camping. How fun. Hopefully not to just the woods in Crystalmont. Yep, that’s right. She’s pretty awesome. That work just speaks for itself. That, and I’m her sister.

No, when I go camping I like it to be farther than a place where we can run into a naked neighbor skinny dipping on a dare. Wait she’s your sister? Since when? What?

Stubborn is right. We’ll get the right part soon, babe. I’ll even go with you to buy it if you want.

It’s fine. I’ll handle it. I was hoping we could take the trailer out with cap next weekend but it’s not a big deal. I think a website is more productive than business cards. People here already know about the Inn. You want to branch out to a broader audience. Ask Andrew, he might have a website for himself already.

Yeah, it’s fixable. But I’ll probably take it in and leave it to the professionals. Since I already caused enough damage.

Agreed, cleaning can always wait.

Wrong sized hitch, and a very stubborn attitude. 

“Goes to show anything’s possible I guess,” she offered with a shrug, “Although I suppose it could be worse.”

It could actually be worse. I could have broken the engine or something.

Were you planning on hauling something around on the back of your truck? Also, just gonna plug this in – you should totally go see Macy Ray. She’s a genius with the cars.

I was going to get my travel trailer out of storage and clean it so it’s ready for summer camping but it’s not an emergency. I just might take you up on that. Macy Ray, huh? The one who fixed Jack’s bike right?

Oh, okay. So it’s fixable, then. Maybe we can go to the body shop this weekend and see what they can do? Or probably tomorrow since everyone is going to have Friday and Saturday off.

I’m in no rush, love. It’s not like I was planning on hauing anything. I mean I was going to pull the trailer out of storage and clean it but it can wait.

How broke is broken? Should I call AAA?

No, I just broke the hitch. The truck is perfectly fine as long as I don’t want to haul anything for a while.

Well, what’d you do that for?

I was trying to replace the hitch, and I fucked it up and broke it. Because I’m an idiot.

“No, I said Coke. Not Rum and Coke. I can’t…” Bryson sighed, scratching his head as he looked down at his drink. “Hey, you want this?” he asked, snagging a passerby at the party. 

“For sure.” Eli grabbed the drink and sat down. “I take it you’re the designated driver tonight?”