She sulked off and the remaining girl looked down at her swinging toes.
“Where’d he go, Link?” Alan said. If Krishna was in a hurry to go somewhere or see something, he had an idea of what it was about.
Link’s expression closed up like a door slamming shut. “I don’t know,” he said. “How should I know?”
The other girl scuffed her toes and took a sip of her beer.
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.