"You're all alone, aren't you?" said a sudden voice from behind him. "It's not wise, on your first day off the drug."
Larry turned. The man behind him was tall and narrow-shouldered, with the pinched, baggy face of a grownup and a wide, sly smile. "Yes, I'm all alone," he said.
"I thought so. I can tell a Changer when I see one, even without the armband."
Larry glanced down at his arm quickly and saw that the identifying armband was gone. Somehow, somewhere, he must have ripped it off. He looked at the stranger, and in a hoarse voice asked, "What do you want?"
"A companion for a drink," the stranger said affably. "Care to join me?"
"No—I—all right," Larry said with a firmness that surprised himself. "Let's go have a drink."
The alcohol stung his mouth, and the flavoring in the drink tasted rancid, but he put the whole thing down and looked across the table at the stranger.
"I don't much like that drink," he said.
"Not surprising." The other grinned. "It's one of our favorites."