"We were in high school," she says, with the world-weary experience of an eighteen-year-old. Parties before the turn seem so far away now--though tonight wasn't actually that far from the better ones. Loud and raucous and plenty to do even if you weren't planning on getting drunk. "Everything turned into talking about sex eventually."

Or thinking about sex, or having sex, or sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else laugh tipsily about it.

Of course, once Sonia asks, her cheeks flush pink. If they do sex questions, she's probably going to regret the fact that she isn't already drunk--and she has the feeling Sonia really will end up drinking the whole bottle. She's vaguely aware of the fact that Rani would probably be dragging her away by the collar if she hadn't been captured. "Um. I've never had somebody go down on me?"