"Gulp gulp gulp gulp gulp!"
Inside a storage warehouse in the heart of San Diego, Sean was chugging a bottle of juice like a man dying of thirst.
"Ahhh... damn, that's sweet," he smacked his lips, looking totally satisfied. The juice had a shelf life of two and a half years—still good.
Next to him, Chris squinted at the ingredients list.
"With a shelf life that long, I'd bet 90% of this stuff is just chemicals."
"Then I'll take the hit for you," Sean said, snatching the bottle from Chris's hand.
Behind them, Brandon, Griffin, and Chloe were hauling crates of supplies, busy with the heavy lifting.
"Hey, Sean! Get your ass over here and help. Quit slacking off."
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Sean replied cheerfully. He took a couple steps forward—then suddenly stopped, clamping his thighs together and squirming.
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "What now?"
"I gotta pee."
