“Man, on a scale of 1-10, how pissed do you think the girls are gonna be?” asks Novy. Sully and Morrow wear shared looks of horror at the thought. “Yeah, Rachel is gonna lose it,” says Jake. “Cay will be worse,” Mars mutters, his arms crossed, legs outstretched. He looks relaxed, like he’s actually enjoying this. “Oh, fuck…” Jake groans. “Yeah, he’ll probably punch us both for upsetting her. And then again for upsetting him.”
