“There we go,” Magnus Ford said. “Back home safe and sound.”

Magnus was leading wild-eyed Scott Lane into the dorm room they shared.

“Let's not go back to that club, okay? It's a bit too exciting for my taste. Edgy is not always a good thing... apparently.”

Scott just stared.

“Are you thirsty? I bet you're thirsty. All that smoke in the air. Disgusting habit. You look thirsty. Here.” Magnus grabbed a sports drink from their dorm fridge and tossed it to Scott who made no effort to catch it. The bottle bounced off his chest, hit the floor and leaked a citrus colored trail as it rolled across their thrift store rug.

Scott just stared.