#savannah.

August wouldn't say he was ignoring his sister. Well, okay, maybe he was a little bit. Call it being in the throes of his own inner turmoil, but with Savannah coming onto campus the same year as his injury it all felt like some cruel joke the world had placed upon him. He was kicked back hugging a wall at one of the many illustrious parties people threw on campus when she came into his peripheral.

Deciding that ignoring wasn't an option, he had swung himself to the nearest kitchen counter, grabbing an additional Miller High Life out of the cooler, and making his way over to her. He held it out as an olive branch. "You want?" He asked. "You know, they say it's the champagne of beers." August just thought it tasted like piss.

"oh! no little one?" it was almost like seeing a fish out of water, really, the sight of savannah without her daughter in tow, but he supposed that mostly had to do with the fact that, when he saw her, it was usually for the purpose of looking after rhia. it wouldn't make much sense for her not to be there, under those circumstances. "please tell me you're letting loose tonight. if anyone deserves it, it's you."

Noemi wouldn't say she lived and breathed Halloween, but it certainly ranked high up there on her mental list of holidays. For one, it didn't give her hives of any kind, and for two, it reminded her of being back home. Her mom's house wasn't more than an hour away, but as an adult, the entire family thought it was best for Noemi not to keep coming back. Something about making sure their child didn't waste her college years watching reruns of Bewitched and The Twilight Zone.

"He's pissed at me, I know he is," Noemi started, flopping on Savannah's bed, her head pressed against the mattress, hands folded over their stomach. "I cannot go trick-or-treating with Bluey for the third year in a row." There were plenty of pros and cons to having a fifteen-year age gap with a brother. Pro? Noemi could still eat his Halloween candy. Con? He was a very distraught eight-year-old wondering why his sibling wanted to do anything else besides going out with him. Even for how unorthodox the Ibarra-Reiz family was, wanting to go to a party so they could drink and smoke was still difficult to explain away.

She had landed on the wrap party excuse, and while Felix seemed to understand that more, he still didn't care. Noemi leaned their head up, deep brown locks cascading down their shoulders. "That reminds me, do you own anything navy blue?" They asked. "If not, I'm gonna have to go to Rose's Turn."

Savannah was beginning to think that she was too old to be working the kissing booth, but it was much too late to back out now. She'd committed to doing at least one thing each month that would help her feel more like herself, and this crazy little idea was definitely that -- wild, carefree, consequences be damned. Plus, it was for charity. "If you were expecting a romcom moment," she laughed as she brushed her lips across the cheek of a blushing teenager, "I'm sorry to disappoint."

SAVANNAH: Babe?

SAVANNAH: Babe.