“What is it?” he asked.“Vodka and juice.”“No thank you,” he said snobbishly.“It’s pretty good,” she taunted him.Annoyed he took the box and took the drink.Veronica thought about punching the ungratefuldink right in the throat. Jason had sat down in the grass by a tree,occasionally sipping straight from the bottle. Derek hadpopped the hood of the van and was fiddling around inthere.Delilah and Veronica went over to join Jason.“It’s nice to be out of that frigging van,” Veronicasaid, and then looked over her shoulder to see if Derekhad heard. He hadn’t.“I know.”“It’s cool and all, and we’re lucky to have Derekand his van but my god, I wish it had some friggingseats.”Delilah giggled. The juice boxer was already hitting her head. Jason laughed at Delilah’s silliness and Veronicalaughed too. They talked about drinking and booze and alcoholfor a while. Jason kept telling short funny stories abouthim and his buddies drinking lots of cheap booze andalcohol and jet skiing right off of the dock and stuff likethat.Albert got out of the van eventually. Maybe hispalm pilot battery had died. Or he got lonely playingsolitaire for the past five hours.“Big Al,” Jason called out to him as he cautiously ventured over. He sat next to Delilah carefully. Jason held the bottle out for Albert to chug.Albert reluctantly took it and took a wuss of adrink.