Rick took one last drag before flicking his cigarette butt over the rail. The orange flame bounced once, twice, against the hull and vanished. “Panic attack,” he said.
“What do we do?”
“My mom usually drinks a couple screwdrivers. She says the orange juice has a soothing effect.” Rick, seized by a thought, took off after Henry. Schwartz tried to follow, but his legs wouldn’t let him.
Rick is such a goofball.
The soothing effect of the water is the reason I use it to take my Xanax, too. It’s amazingly effective.