" Just shut up and start sucking each other's faces already," Vida grumbled, leaning awkwardly against the stump. She would never admit it aloud, but I knew the burns on her back her eating her alive with pain. " I'm trying to make up for the sleep I lost when you started screeching at each other like cats in heat." " Miss Vida," Liam said, " has anyone ever told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?" She glared at him. " Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?" " That is physically impossible," Chubs groused. " He'd be--" " Actually," Liam began, " Cole once did try to-- What?" " Oh, I'm sorry," Chub said, " apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue." " I'm going to guess you probably don't want to hear about the time he pushed my head through the neighbours fence..." " Was there a lot of blood?" Vida asked, suddenly interested. " Did you lose an ear?" Liam held his hands up next to his ears, indicating both were firmly attached to his skull." Then, no" she said. " No one wants to hear your boring-ass story. "