"...I, uh...well, um...Just...anything, I guess. Hang out. Get drunk...I don't know." [i]She blushed intensely, which this was like...her twentieth time blushing, Jesus. I'm gonna have to come up with more things to say. Ooh, perhaps "her face turned as red as her hair"? I dunno. Olivia kept dragging Remy towards her assumed home, still grinning quite wildly as she went silent. She honestly didn't know what they could do, but they could try getting drunk. Even though Olivia was eighteen, she didn't mind the laws. Plus...that would help Remy with his...plan, wouldn't it?[/i]