"Hello. I'm not drinking," I reminded him.
Clay offered me his Corona. "Here," he said, winking. He seemed drunk.
I hesitated, and Johnny snapped irritably, "Don't give her that. She's a kid, for God's sake."
I glared at him. "Quit acting like Owen." For a second or two I considered taking Clay's beer. It would be my first. But then I'd only be doing it to spite Johnny, and I wasn't going to let him control what I did.
Johnny nodded imperceptibly. "Now go back to bed like a good girl."
It felt just like when he and Owen and Richard used to leave me out of things on purpose. I could feel my cheeks burning as I said, "I'm only two years younger than you."
"Two and a quarter," he corrected automatically.
Clay laughed, and I could smell his yeasty breath. "s**t, my girlfriend was fiftee
