Well, they are at a dance

There weren't many slow numbers, but one of them started and Brick took Monique's hand. ‟What the hell,” she thought. ‟Can't hurt to dance with the guy.”

Brick was a lousy dancer, and in his arms the black girl mostly tried to survive the dance with her feet intact.

Brick tended to say whatever was going on in his head. ‟I was here with Bonnie Rockwaller, and she was telling me who I can fuck. So I told her I can fuck anyone I want, and came over here to dance with you.”

Monique really wondered if Brick was stupid enough to think that would interest her. Still, he might be useful even if he was as stupid as he appeared.