cracking open, but not a cold one with the boys

Quarantine day whatever: I'm living with my ex boyfriend/baby daddy. She's 7 months old and we haven't been a couple in 16 months. I asked him to stay with us during quarantine because I need another adult to help me keep my sanity (I also have an 8 year old) and he's still my best friend. Everything was going well until today (March 28, 2020). We had 2 beers left (both mine because he drank all his) I graciously gave him one because it was my turn to run out for provisions and I wasn't ready to leave the apartment. He drinks it like it's water and he's been in the desert for days. He goes for my can, the last beer, MY LAST BEER! He glanced at me for approval and is greeted with a death stare. Our conversation: What? I thought we had an agreement. What agreement? That you'd drink yours and I'd drink mine. But you haven't run to the store yet. That was never apart of the agreement. Fine I'll put it back. Damn right you will, society hasn't fallen yet, we're still civilized! All squabbles over beer aside I'm quarantined with my best friend, and who doesn't want to hit their bestie sometimes.