Juliet simply shook her head at the way Amil's lips thinned when Spitz got so close to her, and the look Amil gave her out of the corner of her eyes was more than enough to back up what she was already thinking: someone was going to end up babysitting her tonight. Juliet didn't mind, the few times she had actually gotten Amil to party with her included a lot of 'here drink this', 'now this', 'how's this taste'. Amil was fun when she got trashed, like the few boundaries she actually had completely disappeared with each new shot.
She scowled when the girl pinched her, but it didn't last long because then she was being tickle attacked. Amil was probably the only person in the world who could get Juliet to laugh like that. She fell off the arm of the couch, right into Amil's lap, squealing and begging for mercy which she was soon granted. She took it upon herself to get comfortable in her friends lap, which is when she finally saw the look Amil's friend was giving them. Patrick, if she remembered right.
“I thought women were supposed to mature faster them men, I’m only two years older than you Amil and you act like a seven year old whore.”
“I may act like a fucking seven year old, but even if I acted my damn age I would still be hella years behind you, you have the enthusiasm and the floppy dick of an 90 year old man.”
Juliet snorted out a laugh, because hell that was funny. "I'm still a child at heart," she muttered with a grin. Actually, seven year old whore wasn't a bad description for them. A little morally wrong, in the scheme of things, but it fit.
She didn't know Patrick well, if at all. Amil had introduced them once or twice, but Juliet wasn't the type to really hang out with a group. The few times she had been in his presence it'd been the three of them and Kaleb, and she'd easily gotten along with Kaleb better than Patrick. She figured they were too much alike, silent observers occasionally biting out a remark.
The other male she didn't know at all, though he looked about Patrick's age. Tall, strong features, dark brown hair and eyes. She didn't feel the need to put her two cents into the conversation so she curled up against Amil more, pressing her face into the girls shoulder. She was still tired, otherwise she would probably join in on the banter. Instead she just chuckled under her breath on occasion. “We should start picking out our outfits now.”
Juliet looked up, knowing Amil's words were directed towards them. "Mm...but that means I have to get up...and you're so soft."