"Is that a challenge?" Emilie's face lit up like a child's at Christmas. Leaning in closer to him, against him, really; she hushed her voice.

"Well, Fuck. There's so many options. Vandalism, violence, sex, drugs, pure fucking mindless chaos." The sides of her face hurt a little from smiling so much, or they would, were she not drowning in vodka.

"What's your pleasure, Ponyboy?"