“You’re free to walk back.”
“I don’t want to walk by myself dressed like this,” said Anise.
“I’ll go with her,” said Deborah.
“Thanks, Angela,” said Flower. “She’s my friend. I’ll go to.”
“Well the boy I was talking to ended up being a douche. I guess I can call it a night, but you have to start treating Angela and I with respect,” said Ami. “So far you have been mean and petty and you still insist on playing your music loud.”
Anise crossed her legs and crouched pretty low. “Fine,” she said. “I’ll be nicer.”
“Let’s go,” said Deborah. “I don’t think she has that long.”
