"I thought I felt the compulsion to spit spit balls at you." she teased. The girl couldn't have been much older then Wicked and she was already teaching. Wicked had just gotten a legal NY ID. She was growing up, and growing up meant no longer paying thirty dollars to get a fake one. She dug in her purse and pulled out a three pack of of plastic water pistols and handed the orange one to her. "Well do something about the mellow bit. I fully plan on squirting strangers then later tonight filling mine with Tequila. Kitty, I want you to be that teacher who has the coolest after hours life." Wicked nodded seriously. "Oh! You know what you should do, make out with strangers!"