May 16th, 1969. Cliff and Rick sat out by the pool, the moon high in the sky reflecting off the water. Both were past tipsy by now, chuckling and giggling at stupid things that had happened on set. They sat in those extendable beach chairs. “You—you remember when—“ Both started laughing at the thought when Rick spoke. Rick glanced over at Cliff, head tilted back in laughter. He stared at Cliff for a minute. His face must’ve warmed. From the alcohol, of course.