Sebastian held a glass that was absurdly plain.
Sebastian said, “We stopped for a drink. What’s with the gear?”
Jimmy grinned wide, revealing something far too near,
The jug itself sloshed loud, like effort bottled pain.
Jimmy shook his head, tipped the jug, and drank without a sound.
He lowered the jug again, his trusty theatrical crutch,
He dangled the jug and paused so long it begged for a nudge,
Jimmy grinned and sighed, refreshed by being drowned.
His grin deepening, Jimmy lifted the jug right on cue.
The silence stretched with only the faucet daring to flow,
Sebastian waited as he filled his cup, used to this show,
While Jimmy drank from the jug like it was a special brew.
Then he nudged the jug toward Jimmy and groaned.
Sebastian shook his head, then drank, and didn’t try
To change anything felt pointless, so he let it lie.
Both carried on with one big jug, while patience droned.