"She's maaaaybe more skeptical than me," Lyra admitted with a wink, not hating the way he'd touched her hair at all. That excited bubble in her stomach, him? Their daring mission? The tequila? Who knew!?
"You ready for this?" she asked, reaching out to snatch his hat and jam it down over her hair, mixing up the colors already. She could hear the party from down the street, and several groups of people all dressed to theme had passed her heading that way, while she was waiting. In trade for the hat, she offered him her hip flask. "You want a shot of liquid courage before we head in?"