Elaine started in on Kat’s fortune, which went slowly because Kat insisted on re-interpreting every card herself, each one getting more and more absurd. Everyone was relaxed and happy, despite the occasional monstrous howl of wind. They ate whenever they felt like it, and sipped from what seemed to be a never-ending supply of wine, and teased each other, the candlelight lending an intimate air to the party. “This’s nice,” Andy mumbled, Scooter’s fingers in his hair making him drowsy. “Kinda like asleepover.” He had never actually been to a slumber party, but he’d seen them in movies.
“Fewer prank calls,” Jason answered, standing at the window and staring out into the darkness.
D’ante snorted. “Still can’t believe you decided to call Maggie that one time and talk her into walking almost a mile just after dawn because your kite was stuck in the tree.”