Chapter 4
He hears his name called out from the crowd and he starts, ducking his head so no one will catch him staring. Suddenly a warm hand claps his back, then Mark leans heavily against Thad, pushing into his line of vision. An arm snakes around Thad’s shoulders, keeping him in place.
“Hey,” Mark slurs. With a laugh, he nudges Thad with his hip. “You need a refill? I can hook you up.”
Thad covers his glass with his hand. “I don’t want another drink. I’m fine.”
Mark leers at him. “What do you want?”
Ignoring the suggestion in his friend’s voice, Thad admits, “I want to go home.”
“Home?” Mark cries, incredulous, as if he’s heard the word once or twice and isn’t quite sure what it means. “Damn, boy, the night’s still young. Have some fun already.”