Natalie's brows shot up. "First of all, you can't buy beer without an ID, and you shouldn't be anyway!" Fourteen year old baby sisters did not get to drink beer. So not okay. "And second, why do you need to set anything on fire? Honestly?"
She sighed weakly. "Well, when you run a lot, you tend to, you know, lose some of that... volume. A lot of athletes aren't exactly... busty." She wasn't flat-chested, but Laney was certainly making it seem that way.