"Whatever. I don't know what he's so bent out of shape about." She copied her sister, shrugging and sipping at her own drink. She was only starting to feel tipsy now. For some reason, it always took her longer to get drunk and faster to sober up than most people. It was sort of a buzzkill, but a real big advantage in quarters, beer pong and fuck the dealer.
"Sorry, David. It's not your fault that you chose to bed the most well known prude in town."