"I just know that our friendship is the only thing you've ever had to work for," Kira retaliates, though Ty hadn't had to do much at all: Kira and his mother had visited the house, they'd been the only teenagers in a fancy condo with mothers, nurses, and maids. Giving each other shit was just the basis of communication, affection.

"We mashed it up with seven minutes of heaven," answers a guy Kira didn't recognize, probably someone the girls snagged for his jawline and willingness to fool around in closets for set periods of time.

"Oh, so we're actually fifteen," Kira says, ineffectual protest that gets him a smack on the arm as he sits down with Vivian. "What happens when one of the straight boys pretends he doesn't want me to fingerbang him in a closet?"

Vivian snorts, Delilah rolls her eyes--at least two of the guys seem to perk up in interest for the answer. "You can both do a shot for courage and talk about your college prospects for the duration," Delilah answers to appease them, leading Kira to interject with "or I'll just take a volunteer."