closed for: @scottienolan
where: on the porch of their place @ fisher's cove
In the absence of a bottle opener, Atlas hooks the lid of one ice-cold beer against the lid of the second one and cranks it with enough force that it sends the cap flying off onto the porch floor beneath his feet.
He then holds the opened beer between his knees and carefully lines the edge of the cap of the second one up against the mouth and thrusts it downward with enough forced the second cap goes flying in the same manner.
With Chessie in mind, he gathers them both with his foot and rests it on top of them as he leans over in his chair to pass one of the beers to his sister.
"Got something to tell you and I don't want you to be a gloating bitch about it even though I know you will be."
