"Mom might be zen, but she doesn't want me to be a biker chick. Don't kid yourself, Hols, she's not that open-minded." Tawny rolled her eyes and laid back on Holly's bed, her legs still hanging off the side and her arms spread wide on either side of her. She stared at the ceiling and tried not to breathe - or at least, not to breathe too much. The last thing she wanted was a fucking secondhand buzz. She didn't need a buzz, she was buzzed enough all on her own. It was the adrenaline, probably. Tonight had been one big rush, and now that it was almost over, she could feel herself starting to crash. Hmm. Well, that just wouldn't do.
She pondered a minute in silence before finally raising her head just enough to look at Holly. "How shady? Shady enough to be open this late?"