"Well, how about I offer to be the designated driver, and we take the jeep?" Pete, not being much of a drinker, was happy to oblige. He also wanted to keep in the good graces of Mama Guthrie, and keeping himself sober in an unfamiliar place was probably a good idea anyway. He mentally gave himself a two drink minimum for early on in the night, and then vowed that he was sticking strictly to water and soda for the rest of the evening. Of course it took a lot more than two drinks for it to affect him, but better safe than sorry. Just enough to celebrate.
Pete, for one, was greatly enjoying the drawls of everyone around him, even if some of the thicker ones were harder to understand for someone who knew English as their second language. He was getting by. Besides, a few of the kids liked to ask for certain words in Russian, and it was a particular kick to hear the drawl carry over into those when they mimicked them back at him.
"Is the place we're going to easy to find?" He fished around in his pocket for his keys as he spoke, glancing at the others.