It's Weds night, most guys arrived long ago and are into the beer, socializing down at the servant's quarters. In stumble rockchucker and gunner, side by side (gunner mostly fills the doorway and bobby was squeezed in there somewhere) both with the eyes wide in the 1000yd stare of having been on the road too long - or maybe phuggin' psycho. Nobody knew yet.
There was an awkward pause, and silence.
"This the pig hunt?"
Slow nods. Some are reaching for a beer bottle to break off.
