Snake gave Jake a simple nod of the head, acknowledging that he saw the boy, then he turned to look back down the neck of his beer bottle. Another swig. An inward sigh. He'd almost forgotten how soothing a beer could be. Especially on the nerves. Nevermind the skunky smell. That smell was like a bed of roses to him. It had been years since he'd had anything so heavenly to drink. And not having to worry about the regional police force coming in and shipping him off to a prison island for breaking prohibition?
Money couldn't buy that kind of relief.
Snake wanted to savor the moment. And he would. (With or without the pretty blonde that accompanied him.)
"He didn't need much help. He was doing well enough on his own."