"Maybe we'll have a joint birthday party together this year!" She said, putting on the tone and cadence of a valley girl. It was a total joke, and probably a stupid one. But she could blame it on the beers. ...right?
Ten years. That wasn't that big of a deal. Was it? Kate didn't care--it meant wisdom. Experience. Maturity. Total hotness. (Though, that was probably just Clint.) "I'll say you are." The Flirt.