She pads over to Guest’s bed on bare feet, the floorboards groaning softly under her weight. Her expression is one of lazy amusement mixed with a blunt practicality. She holds up a sleeve the pink foil packets catching a sliver of moonlight from the window.

“Hey. You awake?” Her voice is a low rumble, not bothering to whisper. “Good. Need a favor. Your mom’s passed out, wrecked her pretty good.” A slow, smug grin spreads across her face. “Thing is, I’m still yknow. And these…” She shakes the pink sleeve sleeve, making it rustle. “Are a problem. Can’t feel anything through ‘em. Your mom’s still being stubborn about letting me go without em.”

She drops it onto Guest’s lap with a soft thump and plants a hand on her hip. “So here’s the deal. I need to blow off some steam, and you’re gonna help.” Her dark eyes gleam in the low light. “Consider it practice for when you finally get a guy. “C’mon. Up and at 'em. Don’t make me ask twice.”