Rules for Werewolves

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Authors: Kirk Lynn
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    —Me, neither.
    —All I see is a like a portal to hell. A portal that drags people into a big fight and puts some of us in jail and some of us back with our families and just destroys everything.
    —We’re gonna wanna stay away from that.
    —Yeah. Let’s go back around to the other side of the school and take a left this time and keep looking.

13
Angel and Susan make a drink for a new recruit .
    —Look, it’s a party. Look at all the people. All the fucking clothes and hair.
    —I wish we had cool friends.
    —We do. We are cool. You wanna go in and get a drink?
    —We shouldn’t.
    —If we lived by “we shouldn’t,” we’d still be single-cell slime balls. Let’s climb up out of “we shouldn’t” and start walking around on the two legs of “why not?”
    —This is a bad idea.
    —No. Fuck. Just follow me in. We’re not even gonna ring the doorbell. Just act like you belong. Look, there’s people all over this house. There’s more out in the backyard. There’s no guest list. I always figure at any party like this there’s three or four people like me who don’t belong.
    —What if somebody talks to you?
    —We’ll talk to them first. Like this. Watch— Hey, excuse me. Excuse me! I’m looking for a guy named John? John told me to meet him here.
    —I think he’s in back.
    —You want me to make you a drink from some of this?
    —Sure.
    —I’m making you something of my own design. You, me, and my friend Rachelle. Rachelle, meet …
    —Craig.
    —Hi, Craig. We can only stay for a little while.
    —We can only stay for one drink. But what a drink it’s going to be! Do you have a bottle opener?
    —Here. There’s one on my key chain. But you’re not putting beer in that, are you?
    —Oh, nice key chain, Craig.
    —What’s
your
name?
    —Tanya.
    —What do you call this drink, Tanya?
    —It’s a drink I like to call the werewolf.
    —You gonna make me howl at the moon?
    —Is that a come-on?
    —No.
    —It’s a shitty come-on, if it is.
    —You take it how you want to.
    —And you take this and drink it all up and you’ll be a changed man.
    —One who doesn’t make shitty come-ons?
    —You too, Rachel.
    —Rachelle.
    —We’ll pound ours with you and then we’ll be changed into women who don’t care.
    —You want us to drink the whole thing at once?
    —What do you think? Now: go!
    Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink. Drink.
    —Oh, god, that’s awful.
    —The second one tastes better. Give me your cup.
    —I’m like a time bomb now. I still feel sober, but I’ve got a pint of alcohol in my gut waiting to get into my bloodstream!
    —I’ll make us one more round.
    —No. You said we could go after one.
    —Come on.
    —I can’t drink like you can, Angel.
    —I thought you were Tanya?
    —The drink changed me into an Angel, and I came down to earth to give you a kiss.
    —Now who’s making shitty come-ons?
    —Tanya, let’s go find John, like we said we would.
    —What time is it, Craig?
    —It’s ten thirty.
    —That’s a nice watch.
    —Thanks.
    —All right. Let me make these drinks and then we’ll go find John and then we’ll go before it gets too late. We’ve got plenty of time until midnight.
    —What happens at midnight?
    —Sorry, Craig, but Tanya and I have another party to go to.
    —Maybe we’ll take Craig along?
    —No. You said this would be simple. You said we could have one drink and go.
    —The one drink made me change my mind.

14
Bobert likes to be alone
    I like to be alone. When we get a new house I like to find a walk-in closet or pantry I can claim for my room. I’ve been with them for three houses but they still call me the new kid. No one else we’ve picked up has really stuck. In the first house I just slept in the living room with everybody else. Almost everybody sleeps in the living room together. If there’s beds, we drag all the mattresses out and push them side by side. If there’s not we just put our sleeping bags on the floor. We leave the TV

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