Jason and the other guy sat in the front of the limo that drove Kevin and Eric over to the hotel. Eric grabbed Kevin's hand and held it the whole way to the hotel. Kevin followed Eric to his room, wondering if he was dreaming.
"What's your poison: Bourbon? Vodka?"
"Um, I'd rather just have a soda, if that's okay. I'm only eighteen and really don't drink."
"Very cool. I'm not much of a drinker either. I'll have one once in a while, but too many rockers get bogged down by booze and