Steve: Something light though, I’ve got work to do…

Sean is already inside before he finishes his sentence and Steve quickly walks back into the garage to drag a canvas cover over the SUV. He leaves the workshop closing a heavy metal shutter over the front entrance.

Sean emerges seconds later with a glass of whiskey and a bottle of corona, a lime sitting in the top, obviously not as stupid as he pretended to be. He’d found whiskey after all and approaches with the drinks and a smile on his face. A smile that quickly and purposefully turns, as if practiced, into a concerned frown as he hands Steve his beer.

Sean: So… have you seen the news?

Steve: Bits and pieces, I