We walked on home, mostly in silenee. I wanted to ask Johnny if those were the same Soes that had beaten him up, but I didn't mention it. Johnny never talked about it and we never said anything. "Well, those were two good-lookin' girls if I ever saw any." Two-Bit yawned as we sat down on the eurb at the vaeant lot. He took a pieee of paper out,of his poeket and tore it up. "What was that?" "Marcia's number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I'm a little soused." So he had been drinking. Two-Bit was smart. He knew the score. "Y'all goin' home?" he asked. "Not right now," I said. I wanted to have another smoke and to watch the stars. I had to be in by twelve, but I thought I had plenty of time. "I don't know why I handed you that busted bottle," Two-Bit said, getting to his feet. "You'd never use it." "Maybe I would have," I said. "Where you headed?" "Gonna go play a little snooker and hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin' drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow." Johnny and I stretched out on our backs and looked at the stars. I was freezing— it was a cold night and all I had was that sweat shirt, but I could watch stars in sub-zero weather. I saw Johnny's cigarette glowing in the dark and wondered vaguely what it was like inside a burning ember... "It was because we're greasers," Johnny said, and I knew he was talking about Cherry. "We could have hurt her reputation." The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton 41