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ago.  Add it to the list of why no sane person would want to live out here.
    “What should we do now?”  I ask.  We have nothing but time.
    “Know any drinking games?”  He grins at me. 
    “I went to the University of Alabama, of course I know some drinking games.”  We both smile as Bentley leans over to his bag and digs around for the booze.  No sense in making myself miserable with worry, and besides this sweet side to Bentley is one I don’t get to see very often.  It’s really not half bad.

Chapter Six
    Bentley
     
    Rifling through my bag to look at my stash of liquor and pick out one of the three bottles I packed I can’t help but get excited.  This side of Sierra is going to be fun to see.  Drinking games are the best way to pass the time and also a great way to relax and if for only a short time, forget our situation.  My fingers find their way around the neck of a bottle of Jack and pull it out.
    “How do you feel about my good friend Jack joining the party?” 
    Sierra claps her hands. “Let’s do it.”
    Her bravado is cute. “Have you ever played Pennies?”
    “I’ve heard of the game before.  Is it the one where you have to bounce the pennies off the table and into a glass?” 
    “Yeah, that’s the one.  We just need to find something to use…”  Sierra and I glance around the room searching for the right kind of vessel to use in our game. I look around for what we can use instead of glasses since we didn’t have any, while Sierra rifles through her bag and finds her wallet, pulling out a few pennies. 
    “Wait, I have an empty water bottle in my bag we can use.  We will just have to cut the top off of it.”  Sierra digs around in her bag and pulls out the empty and slightly crushed water bottle.  Reaching into my pocket I pull out my pocket knife and easily remove the top half of the bottle, leaving a relatively cup shaped bottom to use in our game.
    “Alright, so the only rule is, if you don’t get the penny into the glass you drink, and you have to bounce the penny into the cup, no throwing it right in.”  Sierra hands me two pennies and holds two more in her own hand.   It was a simple game, but we really didn’t have much to work with.
    “Ladies first,” I gesture towards her and Sierra smirks.
    “I am so gonna pummel you at this game.”  She lines herself up with the ‘cup’ and throws the penny down.  It bounces once and narrowly makes it into the cup.  Sierra cheers loudly and runs a small circle around the room.
    “Who’s the champion?”  she taunts me.
    “It’s only the first round, just you wait.”  I position myself similarly to where Sierra was and try my hand.  Needless to say, I missed by a wide margin. 
    We play back and forth, missing more often than we make it and pretty soon we are pretty sloshed.  I like watching the way her lips press against the neck of the bottle as she takes her sip of liquor.
    The bottle of Jack is nearly half gone and with little to no food to soften the blow, both of us are feeling the effects of heavy drinking.
    “I think we should probably stop now.”  Sierra slurs her words ever so slightly and I chuckle at her attempts to appear sober.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right.  Hey, didn’t you say you had a sub from earlier?  You should probably eat it now.  We can’t exactly keep it fresh and I think you could use a little food in your belly.” 
    Sierra nods in agreement and pulls out the sub, ripping it sloppily into two pieces. “You need some too, Bentley.”
    I don’t argue with her, and accept the food.
    Quietly we scarf down the small sandwich and though we both yearn for more, we know that we have to ration what we have.  Glancing over to the futon we both have the same idea and head over to lay it down flat before falling onto it unceremoniously. 
    “So what do we do now?”  Sierra asks, her voice slightly muffled from her face being buried in the threadbare blankets on the