“For science, of course,” Anita insisted. She squeezed in next to Maggie in the oversized chair on the opposite side of the coffee table. She swung her legs across Maggie’s lap and giggled.
“Oh, Chris is going to so be pissed,” Maggie said with a chuckle.
“But they look so cute,” Anita said, a slight slur revealing how drunk she really was. “The only thing missing is a dress.”
“Huh?” Maggie looked at Anita.
“OK, shhh.” Anita put her finger to her lips in a drunkenly exaggerated display of telling Maggie to be quiet. “You can’t tell anybody this. OK? Not anybody. Promise?”
“Sure,” Maggie agreed.
“I mean it. It’s like super duper secret,” Anita said emphatically. “This is like one of those non-disqualify thingies.”
