"Well, this certainly makes up for the glitter attack.." Sabriel said with a laugh, because now he had not only a female using him for an arm rest but Sheri had begun to cling to him. The clinging wasn't a huge deal, because he wasn't a guy who freaked out about personal space and boundaries. Why would he care that a hot, maybe crazy woman decided to cling to him? If he were gay, maybe he would, but he wasn't. So he was all about the clinging. Besides, now he could claim he was with two chicks. That would definitely shoot down the speculation of a gay bar.
"If it's glitter night, why isn't anyone else getting hit with these glitter balls?" Hey, he had to question it. He didn't see anyone else getting smacked with them. It made him think he was preyed upon because of the fact he looked like one of those Twilight dudes.