Rachelle Hampton

They're getting to know other people at the party, including the host, whose name is Locky Webb.

Of course it is!

No!

Amazing, amazing work.

They're trading war stories about, like, frostbite and exposure.

They're making plans to climb shit together.

It is a great time.

The party carries on long enough that everyone is pleasantly drunk.

And if I know anything about Australians, it is that their version of pleasantly drunk would have me passed out on the floor.

Mm-hmm.

So true.

Which maybe helps explain how a little after midnight, the party starts to run low on alcohol.

Now, there is a shop on the corner a few blocks down, so it would be easy to run down and go grab some more beer.

So easy, in fact, Jono comes up with a better idea.

An idea so good that it solves not just their lack of alcohol, but also Big Rob's earlier fumble with Beck.

Oh, boy.

That's the perfect reaction, because before I tell you the plan, what do you think the plan is?

I'm scared.

I'm going to be so honest with you, there is no universe in which I would have guessed the plan that Jono comes up with.

But Jono is thinking on a grander scale than I am.