Seth pocketknife

  With his free hand, Seth rummaged in his satchel and came out with a pocketknife, then used his teeth to unfold a corkscrew. “I’ve never used this.”

  “You have a corkscrew?” Kendra asked, handing over the bottle and returning her hand to the back of his neck.

  “It took me a second to think of it,” Seth said. “I wasn’t sure the knife had one.” He twisted the corkscrew into the cork, then started to pull. His arm trembled.

  “Let me try,” Kendra said.

  “It’s coming,” Seth said through gritted teeth. A moment later the cork popped off and greenish smoke began to geyser from the bottle’s mouth at an alarming rate. After momentarily fumbling with the bottle, Seth aimed the mouth so the smoke gushed away from them.

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