"So we drop her off then meet the others at the hotel. The only difference between bringing your sister or you is an extra pit stop." Which was a bit generous, considering how much of a clusterfuck traffic was being right now. They were probably still a good twenty minutes away from the rented out hall where prom was being held, and that was if they got all green lights and the chauffeur drove like a mad man.

Which, Ty hoped secretly, he wouldn't. Not only did he want to spill alcohol on himself, but nestled in plush seats of the limo, with Kira so close to him, he felt comfortable. Pleasant and warm, and not just from the whiskey. Even though the deflection was expected, the sting of it was well worn by now, Ty able to laugh it off instead of feeling it fester like a wound, infected and perhaps gangrenous.

Liar he wanted to say, but he let it go for now.

"I still say it makes a better disco ball than an actual outfit. Be honest with me, how many sequined things do you own already?"