Root Beer Floats
Hutch looked at the drink that had just been placed in front of him and asked, "What am I? Seven?"
He'd left the ordering of drinks to Starsky while he'd gone to the rest room and come back to find two root beer floats sitting on the table, complete with stripy red and white straws.
Starsky ignored Hutch's response as he wondered, "Do you remember the first time you had one of these? I was about eight. Mom took us out for the day and bought us one as a treat before we came home." He sipped on his straw, making a slight slurping noise. "This is what childhood should be about," he added quietly.
Hutch nodded, no longer wondering why his partner had ordered root beer floats. The drink was a reminder of good times and also a symbol of simpler, kinder times. After this week's case, it was appropriate.
Hutch took a cautious sip and then smiled as he was assaulted by sweet, refreshingly cold flavours and memories.
"Good?" Starsky wanted to know.
"Good," Hutch answered, with a smile.