Rory, Claire, and Open
Claire just stared for a moment, any shred of amusement having drained a bit from her face. What was left was complicated, deadpan, and wrinkled the freckles on her nose.
"Awesome," she drolled, her voice conveying just how much she didn't want to think about what he'd just told her. She drowned that thought with the rest of her first beer in one breath.