"Boys," Vanity said, looking at the chubby college sophomores, sloshing in watery beer. "They're never get any better."
  "That's just sad." Molly turned around to see the well-traveled woman in her tight denim skirt and lime green halter. She wore a small straw hat.
  "Do you go here?"
  Vanity flushed, seeing Molly's look of Eeew. "My outfit? You just can't tell from the catalogs."
  "I'm Molly, Molly Jones."
  "Vanity, but you can call me Van." As he listened, Barry ducked behind a listing linebacker.