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And to that I say, “It’s called a semordnilap, a word that becomes a different word when read backward.”

“Yeah? Too many glasses means fat asses,” Ollie adds.

I giggle. “We are losing our brain-to-mouth filters.”

“When did Lori ever have one?” Ollie asks, smirking at his bestie’s lifted finger. He lifted the wrong one.

“You mean our brain-to-action filter.” Michael points at Lori still on top of the guy.

“I feel, wow! I feel great.” I don’t really know who says that.

“I’m going to see a man about a dog,” Lori abruptly utters, as he moves away from the sleeping dude.

“Pet shops are closed,” I tell him.

“Gonna go piss, Angel.”With a dog?

“Where?” Michael widens his arms, showing him the smoking area.

“I’ll find a bottle…a place,” he says over his shoulder as he walks back inside the bar.

That reminds me of the glass still in my hand. I’m so thirsty all of a sudden, but the glass is empty. My leg starts vibrating. I look down and frown at it. I pat my coat, and oh, my phone!

“Guys, I George Michaeled the shit out of Lori’s clothes.” Ollie is looking down at the white shorts and light blue puffer jacket he’s wearing.

“You did!” I tell him even though I don’t know who this George Michael is. A fashion designer?

“Sing the Go-Go song!” Michael tells him excitedly.

Just as Ollie starts making weird dancing moves, Lori comes back, stopping him.

He’s munching on something. “I have an idea.”

“I hate when you have ideas, I get nervous.” Ollie sniffs, scratching his nose.

My nostrils are a bit itchy as well.

“Let’s go dancing!” Lori jumps up and down. High energy and excitability, another short-term effect of the drug. “Give me the car keys.”

Ollie hands them to him. “I must be really high to think of getting into a car with you.”

“I’m hungry,” Michael complains.

“Mmm. Here!” Lori tosses him a protein bar before going back to his own. “Let’s have a nibble now and then go.”

They’re both tearing into those bars like they are…candy.

“Since I can’t tear into a certain person…” Lori says.

Did he read my mind? I didn’t know cocaine could be so strong. The high purity of it must be the cause of its intense effectiveness, and the fact that this is my first time and…what was I thinking about?

“Bez is a troglodyte jerk.” I nod at Lori. “But then Gabe is a jerk too.”

“They are jerks. I love them,” I say, my throat is really dry.

“You’re softhearted.” Michael doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“No! I’m selfish and wicked.”