Free of her shoes, she kicked them to the side and sat on the spare bed, leaving a fine dust of glitter as she flopped down. She shrugged, the details were hazy.

"Fucked if I know" she said helpfully, deciding that sitting was much too boring and walking over to Ciaran's desk.

"Lesbians are emotional or something, right? Their periods are probably synced up" she joked, picking up a magazne and flicking through it uninterestedly. "I didn't know Sonnier's could scream like that, fucking nerds."