Drew slung his leg over the rock wall and plonked down next to Linc. "Here." He held out a packet of sandwiches. "Corn beef and pickles."

"Aw... piss off, Drew. You know I hate corn beef."

"Sorry." Drew shoved it at him again. "That's all they had left."

"Shit," Linc grumbled and took the paper wrapped sandwiches. "That's it. We're taking our lunch earlier from now on."

Drew laughed and jabbed him with his elbow. "So you're the boss now are you?"

"Well..." Linc grinned. "Macka leaving you in charge on his day off was a bad call I reckon. You're shit at it so I figure anyone would be able to do it."

"Yeah, right." Drew shook a can of Coke and dropped it at Linc's feet.

"Drew! For fuck's sake! Now it's gonna spray everywhere when I open it."

Laughing some more Drew said, "Well, what can I say? I'm a shit boss." He took a bite of his sandwich and nudged his head toward the house they were working on. "The crane driver didn't have any earlier time slots to get those trusses up and if I had a more experienced apprentice working under me, we'd have had them finished an hour ago so the late lunch is your fault I'd say."

"Excuses, excuses," Linc said with a smirk as he jiggled his head.

Pointing skyward at the trusses with his sandwich Drew said, "After we finish eating I want us up there again to finish bracing them before we go home. The roofers are coming tomorrow."

"Thank god for that," Linc scoffed. "I'm sick of working in the sun."

"Jeez man. You do nothing but whine." Drew nudged his head as he said, "Ever since Emma broke up with you, you've been a pain in the arse."

"She didn't break up with me."

"Really? What would you call it then?"

Linc shrugged and glanced away. "She said it was a trial breakup; like to see if we miss each other because I'm here and she's at Uni."

"In other words she doesn't think the long distance thing is going to work." Drew cocked his eyebrow as his lifted a can of lemonade to his mouth.

"Not true."

"It is true." Drew put down his drink and looked Linc directly in the eye. "Mate. I'm gonna tell you straight because I'm your best friend and you're mine. She broke up with you. Ditched your sorry arse. End of story. It's been four months. She stopped answering your calls and messages two months ago. It's! Over! Got it?"

"Yeah." Linc let his hands drop between his knees as he leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs. "I just keep hoping."

"No point, Linc. Life goes on. Look at Becky and Rob." Drew shrugged and added, "It's all part of the journey and you've got more girls lined up than Rob or I ever had and..." Drew thumbed his chest. "Look at what a catch I've always been."

Linc burst into laughter. "Ah... fuck off. Trin's had you whipped for years and I don't ever remember any other girl before her."

"There were girls." Drew smirked and yanked his head in a quick nod.

"Oh... yeah. That's right. One." Linc held up his fingers in a warding off cross. "The Lizzy Tyson Devil."

"Hey. Don't mock Lizzy. I taught her a lot and she was very receptive."

"Yep. That's right. You're a real Drukpa Kunley. You dick slapped that demon into dumping you." Linc laughed and added, "I guess your dick was too small, huh?"

Drew smirked and shook his head. "I have no fucking idea what you're talking about but maybe it's time you did some dick slapping of your own so I don't have to put up with you whining like a pussy all day." He pushed down on his thighs and stood, saying, "Come on. Let's get this done so I can go home to my girl."

"Drukpa Kunley was a Buddhist Monk," Linc said as he got to his feet and followed. "Apparently he reckoned he was so good at sex that he could fuck the ego out of a person, and then fuck enlightenment into them. They even made statues of him and reckoned his penis was so amazing that they nick named it The Flaming Thunderbolt of Wisdom."

"Where do you get this shit from?" Drew said as he climbed the ladder with Linc behind him.

"Duh? I read."

"Wow. Do you?" Drew gripped the truss and held onto it as he tight-roped one of the support beams. "Sounds like weird shit to be reading if you ask me."

"Well... I thought about becoming a monk after Emma dumped me."

"Ah... piss off." Drew laughed. "Really?"

"Yep." Linc chuckled. "I reckon I'd make a good monk. Especially one like Drukpa." Linc balanced on another of the beams, and then bent to unhook his tool bag from where he'd left it earlier. "I'd call my dick The Sword of Life."

"You are so full of shit," Drew said with a laugh, and then added, "Be careful of that beam." He pointed to indicate which one. "I've only pinned it."

"Yeah, yeah." Linc didn't look at him but focused on doing up his tool belt.

"Maybe you could get your whopping Hammer of Life and secure it properly," Drew said as he crouched and focused on positioning one of the braces.

Linc looked up from the buckle on his belt and laughed. "You're just jealous that my hammer is bigger than yours," as he spoke he shifted his foot and put his weight on the next beam.

With a guffaw Drew turned his head to answer. As if in slow motion, Drew lunged to his feet; his jaw fell slack, he reached out grabbing only air as he hollered, "No... Linc! Stop..!"

Linc's face turned ghostly white. He swam in flight before making impact with the concrete slab below.

OMG!! Not Linc :(

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