Their gazes all flicked down to the bottle.
"The Greek would bar you for life if he knew you were bringing underaged
drinkers into here," Alan said.
"Plenty of other bars in the Market," Link said, shrugging his newly
broad shoulders elaborately.
Trey was the kid who'd known her brother since third grade and
whose puberty-induced brain damage had turned him into an utter
turd. She once caught him going through the bathroom hamper,
fetishizing her panties, and she'd shouted at him and he'd just
ducked and grinned a little-boy grin that she had been incapable
of wiping off his face, no matter how she raged. She would enjoy
this.
"And they all know the Greek," Alan said. "Three, two, one." He turned
on his heel and began to walk away.
"Wait!" Link called. The girl swallowed a giggle. He sounded desperate
and not cool at all anymore.
Alan stopped and turned his body halfway, looking impatiently over his
shoulder.
Link mumbled something.
"What?"
"Behind Kurt's place," Link said. "He said he was going to go look
around behind Kurt's place."
"Thank you, Link," he said. He turned all the way around and got down to
eye level with the other girl. "Nice to meet you," he said. He wanted to
tell her, *Be careful* or *Stay alert* or *Get out while the getting's
good*, but none of that seemed likely to make much of an impression on
her.
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