If Max were the entrepreneurial type, he would have been presented with a perfect opportunity to manipulate the hell out of his sister. Fortunately for Lily, Max was the more kindhearted sort of guy, and instead simply accepted her allowance of soda into his diet with a happy smile.
The next few words, though, tempered the smile to nonexistence. Shifting a bit under the guise of finding a more comfortable position, his free hand went up to adjust his glasses. He said nothing more on the subject, hoping that Lily would either catch his drift and drop it, or forget about it all together. She was, after all, almost half asleep.
"Really? Party games? Why can't they just fix the lights and let us go home? You know my idea of a party game is Mario Party 4, and that's obviously not happening," he subtly whined, fingers itching already for the controller that he'd left back up in the apartment. His stomach grumbled, obviously not sated by the lone twizzler pack he'd had only an hour before.