Much Later

Fifty-five minutes later, Ethan rubs his brow in frustration. "I'm just saying, maybe somebody could have let me know."

Charlie sighs, tired of having to repeat herself. "It's a fucking secret for a reason, Ethan."

"I get that, but it sort of affects me too since I apparently could father a dickgirl."

"The odds are low," Charlie huffs, "You'd have to get a woman to sleep with you first."

After some idle small talk, the conversation had quickly turned to the matter of the town's history. Very little progress had been made, with the dialogue bordering on an argument.

"I've slept with a woman before..." Ethan feels a bit of his fire fade, the last barb doing some damage.

"Hmmm," Charlie nods, giving Ethan a side-eye. "How much did she cost?"

{if Ashley Sex=true}Ethan fights back the urge to make a remark that would get him in trouble. It's not every day you get a chance to make an honest attack about fucking somebodies sister. {endif} "Ha-ha... Hey, are we almost there? This looks kinda town-ish..." Ethan glances about, trees and fields becoming replaced by civilization slowly.

"Mhm," Charlie nods, "it's actually right up there..."

Charlie pulls the truck up to a building that looks like a warehouse, coming to a halt near a closed sliding door before shifting to park and turning off the engine. The duo step outside, and Charlie tells Ethan to wait for a moment as she wanders off towards a distant entryway.

A few minutes later, the sliding door opens, Charlie on the other side, along with over a dozen full-sized kegs.

"Welp, City-boy, hope you lift, bro."

Ethan swallows slightly.