Help Charlie

"Yeah... Sure."

Charlie smiles, then gives Ethan a playful punch in the shoulder. "My man. I'll be in the truck. You should put some, uh, real pants on."

Glancing down, Ethan notes he's wearing pajama pants. Quickly changing, Ethan takes a moment to collect his wallet, keys, and phone as well before heading outside and walking over to Charlie's truck. Engine running, Ethan barely has the door closed before Charlie puts it in reverse, the sudden motion catching Ethan off guard.

"So, how far is it?" Ethan frowns, buckling up.

"Black Ridge," Charlie shrugs.

"I don't know where that is." Ethan frowns, the local geography being something he was in dire need to learn.

"It's about an hour away."

"An... Hour?"