It was just as Ruby said: many girls were present, mostly our age, dancing with the guys, and Ruby had joined them.
I went to a corner of the room and sat down, unwilling to join the party. A girl sat beside me a minute later.
"You're a new face; you don't live around here," she asked.
"I don't."
"Looks like you've been drinking. Want another drink?" She stood up, grabbed two bottled alcoholic drinks, handed one to me, and took one for herself.
"Is this your first time at a local motel?"
"Yes," I answered.
She looked me over and nodded. "You look like a rich kid. Your daddy must be made of money, huh?"
"Uh... no," I chuckled. "I'm not a rich kid."
"Your boyfriend, then?" she asked, but I stayed silent.
"He's really taking care of you," she said, sipping her drink. "Want some fried chicken? The guy dancing with the pink-haired woman ordered some a few minutes ago. He owns this room."
"Oh, really?"
"You mind?"