Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 59

Rocco raised his glass, "To Adolf and Eva's honeymoon in hell. May it be marred by fire, brimstone and impotence!"

"Hear, hear!" I said as we clinked our glasses together and downed the liquor.

"I think the aforementioned motor oil would've been a better choice of beverage," I said, coughing the words out.

"Hey," Rocco admonished, "we just finished fighting a war, for chrissakes! Gimme a break!"

I raised a hand, "Okay, Rocco, calm down."

He poured himself, but not me, another shot and quickly drank it down. He winced a little.

"So, what really brings you back here, Jakey?"