#Chapter 295: Last Night On Earth

Two beers in, the mood of the evening shifts somewhat. There is an ugly cloud hanging overhead, weighing us down with worries about what tomorrow brings. But the alcohol makes it all more bearable. The worry is still there, but it feels like it is separated from us by a fog. Sitting around on the patio furniture, we’ve talked some. None of us really know what to expect from the meeting tomorrow with the Alpha King, though everyone certainly has some ideas. Neil has tried to make plans for every contingency. But those plans, even he admits, will likely be thrown right away the minute they step through the door. Still, it helps him to try to think things through, so no one tries to stop him. “I think he’s going to kill us as soon as we enter the parking garage,” Beau says. After a drink of his beer, he corrects, “No, wait. What am I thinking? Of course he’ll wait until we get upstairs.” He waves his drink toward me. “My father, you see, has a flair for the dramatic.” I can see th