"Anybody with a barn doesn't need to get drunk in the woods." Or a basement, or an empty classroom, or the back of a pickup truck. Her friends never needed to hide out in the sticks unless they wanted to. Usually, they didn't bother.

And now he's just being an ass for the hell of it--his natural state, as far as she can tell. Beth rolls her eyes. "Guess I better stop talking to you." She glances past him at the fire. "If you sit back down, you can get another drink from the flask."