Sitting in Patrick's room, on Patrick's bed was almost like being back in school again on a Thursday night, avoiding studying for classes and passing back and forth the weed Joe got from his dissolute cousin. Granted, they were now in their twenties and trying not to think about a very possible disaster floating close, but whatever.
Snorting hard, Joe hunched over and pressed a hand across his aching ribs. "Oh my God, yeah. I remember her. She used to do that, like, awkward hop thing around the room for no good reason. She looked like a vulture was the problem."