"Glad I'm not a freshman anymore," she admitted, though it had been awhile (knock on wood, she thought) since her last scuffle with Emilie.

"Yev. Yev. Yev," she said just to make sur eshe had his attention. "I'm going to dye your hair." Then she giggled ridiculously and patted at his arm. For some reason drunk Abernathy liked to poke at drunk Yevgeni. "When we're sober. And I think you'd look delightful with dark blue."