Get back to the others

"Salja, c'mon," you say. "They're waiting for us back in Greg's room, and I don't want Luke to catch me with this shit."

"Right, yeah," Salja says. She turns back toward you and walks briskly down the hallway.

The two of you slip back into Greg's room. The number of party guests has only increased. Greg waves to you when he sees you, and he leads Marlena and Alaina through the crowd to where you're waiting at the door. "Hey man, did you guys get it?"

"Yeah," you say, flashing the joints. "We walked in on Ashley getting fucked, but we got 'em." You pass one of the joints to Salja, but keep the second one in your own pocket. You never know what's going to happen, you figure.

"Who hasn't?" Greg laughs. "Let's head out."

"Sounds good to me," Alaina says.

Salja scopes out the crowd, peering over your shoulders. "This is a lot of people, you gonna be comfortable with letting them stay in your room while you're gone?"

Greg scoffs, waving his hand. "It'll be fine," he says. Matt and Mike are here, I trust them. And so is John. He'll keep them nice and on edge. No one's fucking around with my shit if they know John's beady eyes are watching them."

The four of you head out into the night air.