Jerry looked down at his plate of ribs and potato salad. Not a bad helping, but not nearly enough ribs for a contest like Jim was suggesting. "Fetch our own refills or can we have a lovely assistant to aid us?" he called out before settling down and dropping his plate on the table. "You're on Jimbo," he answered with a wink while looking around to the other men to see who else would accept the challenge. These weekends really did bring things back to when they were just four guys in a frat together, living for the moment.<br/><br/>"To the boys of Delta Tau Chi!" Jerry proclaimed while thrusting his beer can into the air toward the middle of the table.