"You're more'n welcome to drive if you want, Pete," Sam agreed easily, jostling Pete's shoulder slightly before peeling around for the passenger side. Birthday or no, Paige was getting the back seat, because there was no way on God's green earth he was trying to fold near six foot five of him into the back of Pete's jeep. "But ain't nowhere 'round here easy to find. Not with all the windy hill roads."
It was like making your way through a maze, sometimes, negotiating all the roads around and through assorted hole in the wall mining towns and their environs. Beautiful, when the mines weren't in sight, or the hovels that some of the miners still lived in, but a good bit harder to find your way around than most places. But Pete had found their place all right, and he'd be plenty sober enough to give directions on the way back, so it'd be fine.
"Best way t'learn your way 'round is to do the drivin' anyhow," he added cheerfully, as he tugged the passenger side door open and ducked in. "We're just goin' a bit over the county line, to the first good sized town over. Has some newish place Josh heard about with a younger crowd an' maybe some decent music."
Someplace that wouldn't be full up on miners drowning their sorrows. Men he'd worked with, old beyond their time, worn down by the life he'd escaped in the mines. He'd been to the local watering hole once. He wouldn't ever be going back.