“You were there?”
“Who do you think brought Amanda?”
I tried to swallow again, this time without any alcohol. Tyson was involved in that scene? This guy that I sat next to in class? In spite of all the liquid I had swigged my mouth felt full of dry ash. “Just how heavy a player are you?” I whispered.
He motioned with his head somewhere back to the empty store. “Not that heavy. Funny, you’re finally given a chance to show everyone just how serious you are about the scene, only you run smack into the wall of your personal limits. I don’t think Marcus will ever want me involved again in one his scenes.”
I looked into my glass and the disappearing liquid. “He’s probably thinking the same about me.”
“No. No, I don’t think so.”
The bartender poured me another, but he also nodded at Tyson a
