Help Charlie

Wordlessly, Ethan moves over, getting up in there and taking hold of the keg. She needs his help, and she's going to get it.

Charlie tosses him a look of protest, her lips sputtering. "I said I..."

Sighing, bracing really, Ethan puts his muscles to work, with the sudden motion of the keg silencing Charlie's unfinished protest. The final shove was easier than he thought it would be, likely because he had a moment to rest while Charlie struggled.

The kegs all loaded up, Ethan turns to Charlie, giving her a deep sigh. "There. Done."

Charlie's eyes narrow, and if her mouth was agape from breathing so hard, Ethan was sure she'd be scowling. "Still... have to... unload... them..."

Ethan feels his heart skin. "Ah, fuck..."