“Yeah, teenagers suck,” Clancy responds grinning, giving me a funny look. “What?” “You know, strictly speaking I’m still a teenager…” “Wait, what? How old are you?” I giggle. “I’m nineteen, bitch. My birthday is in a couple of weeks.” Laughing, I sit up, pulling her up with me. “Well then, we got to make some plans, right?” My words run away with me before I’ve had time to really think about what I’m saying. I can’t afford a night out, not to mention the fact I don’t know what nights I’m supposed to be working for Grim… as a goddamn stripper.
