Ella squeaked as she was almost squeezed to death, patting Hunter's back. "What'chu need savin' from? Your texts were kinda hard to make sense of!"
She looked at the bar, and the piles of booze, biting her lip. "Jen's just got a different sense of what's fun" she defended her sister, though she felt like she said it so much that everyone had already heard it before. She always had fun with her sister. Still, she wasn't Jen, and she didn't want to be a stick in the mud. "Um, you choose!" she shrugged, grinning.