“I’m still cracking up that my ass actually went as this character,” Matt said, shaking his head with a grin as he stirred his rum and Coke. “Pretty sure this is payback for yeeeeeeeears of embarrassing Mom, Dad, and I guess you and Chris. To an extent. But only a little.” He chuckled, watching people move around the party before leaning in closer to Sassafrass, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Fel, but I totally let her win that arm-wrestling match. If I’d actually tried, she’d have hit me with that lethal pout of hers, and honestly? That's not my jam. I know, hard to believe, but I do have at least a charitable side. Sometimes.” A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked his sis over. “By the way, you make a killer Disgust. I swear your eyelashes could stab anyone who gets too close. Lethal weapons." He laughed, taking a long pull from his straw. "Damn, that's good."
