Page 228 of Glass (Crank 2)

He takes off in search of drinks.

Meanwhile, one of his bandmates

comes up. Hi. I’m Jeremy.

You’re Quade’s old friend, huh?

I’m not sure why, but I smile

a come-on smile. [Way to go!]

“Well, I’m not that old, but we’ve

known each other a long time.”

That was a lot to say with

cotton-mouth, and Jeremy

has a clue what that means.

Now it’s his turn to smile,

and now I know where

this evening could go.

Partying with the band? Isn’t

that every girl’s dream?

It Was a Definite Party

And one that went way too late,

especially considering I was

the one donating most of the ice.

Quade didn’t touch it, but his buds

all did. He watched, more than a tad

disapprovingly, but never said a word.

He drank. A little. Smoked pot. A little.

But no meth, and no tobacco. Bad

for the vocal cords, he claimed.

I did it all. Enjoyed doing it all,

surrounded by three decent-looking

dudes and one who resembled

a raccoon, with black circles