Dresden Academy

She laughed lightly at that, her rage-fits defused. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "No worries. Promise," she said. Not that he wouldn't be able to tell the difference with a little bit of exploring. "We might end up sleeping on Timmy's floor tonight," she said lightly. She had no desire to stumble into her bedroom and find out what was going on with Bernadine and Stas who still hadn't emerged since the fight.

"That'll be fun for him," Shy joked. "Might even make his night."

"A slumber party with us?" she teased, poking him in the ribs. "Not exactly the way I wanted to spend my birthday, but it beats the alternative."

He pondered it with an exaggeratedly deep thinking face. "The alternative... you mean squishing up in the car? That's a great idea. You can lean on the horn at five am and kill everyone who has a hangover."

"We're not going to be one of those statistics about kids who fall asleep in the car and die of hypothermia because they were too stoned or stupid to stay warm." She smirked at him though. "It's not like we don't have all week to sexile her from the room." Or head back to Pleasantview and have sex on every surface in his room. It didn't much matter to her.

He wrinkled his nose. "What's magic for if not keeping your ass warm in the car? Or making pizza appear out of thin air? Or upending people's lunches on Marigold-- I think you're sectioning off a large amount of potential."

"Oh, I dunno," she said idly. She hadn't really talked to him about her desire to give it up. In proper Ford style she was ready to walk away, though it didn't take as much as it did to push her father out. "I suppose we could just stay up all night and make warmth in other ways."

"That sounds more like you," he said with a laugh, curling his arm around her again and tousling her hair. He paused, and sniffed the air. "Wait, can you smell that? Someone's got weed."

"Weed hound," she teased with a roll of her eyes. "Go on then. Go get high. I should probably play friendly with Adelaide, since we're supposed to be great friends." Though to be honest, she hadn't seen Adelaide since the big scuffle. At least she could mingle a bit, play sweet and slightly overwhelmed.

He smirked at her trying to play friendly with Adelaide. "Sure you don't want to come with? Much easier being friendly baked."

"And get me a reputation as a pothead?" she asked in mock horror. "I'm good. Thanks." She might have punched him in offense at the idea that she couldn't play friendly without drugs, but that was such an Abby move and she felt eyes on her, even if no one was watching.

"Suit yourself!" He shrugged and offered her the cutest grin he could manage.