As astral sauntered past, the two brats gave a descreet low five to the subtly at which astral hid all evidence. At least Carrie was sure she could rely on one brat.

She planned to stick to Emma's side like glue for the rest of the evening, feeding her pizza and one of carries own concocted drinks of several spirits, root beer, ginger beer, san pellegrino and a squirt of cream from a can that Carrie found lieing about. After a few sips, not even alyx could blame Emma for what she said.