Justin came up to Chris. "Lance is." he shuffled his feet, scuffed their practise floor. "Lance is acting weird."

Chris shrugged, back turned to him. "Lance is always acting weird."

"No, like, since that party."

"Uh huh."

"With that drag queen." He hesitated before saying it, but Lance had called, her, a drag queen, and so Justin would call, her, one too. No matter how hot she had been. "He's been weird. And frowning a lot."

Chris turned around slowly, and very carefully tucked his arms around himself. "He has, huh."

Justin studied him, and then tilted his head. "You think I could get, her, his, whatever, phone number?"

"Why don't you ask Lance that?" Chris said carefully.

Justin shrugged, feeling more uncomfortable. "I get the feeling that he didn't really. I mean. I don't think he wanted to talk about it."

"Well then," Chris said, leaning back over. "I can't help now, can I. I don't have Fanny's number."

Justin turned to leave, but then paused, narrowing his eyes. Things were just getting weirder and weirder. He hunched over, and asked, "How do you know her name?"