"It's looks like a regular green smoothie, Top, stop stressing." Graylin told her brother who sat groaning at the kitchen counter because of his headache while she resumed blending the kale, orange, and ginger concoction. "I doubt Mom's gonna think that her son's capable of getting hammered off of fucking champagne anyways." Once she finished blending, she poured the smoothie into a glass and slid it across the counter in his direction.
"She's gonna know if you keeping talking about it." Just as he finished his grumbling, Cynthia made an entrance in the kitchen that her children were occupying.
"Morning!" Graylin greeted her mom with a cheerful smile. Unlike Topper, she didn't have to worry about nursing any side-effects of her own from partying too hard at the Midsummer party. In fact, she was feeling the exact opposite of Topper's remorse; the girl was on cloud freaking nine because of last night's events. "Do you want a green smoothie?" She asked her mom, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach that came from thinking about kissing Rafe Cameron.
"I'm running late, sweetie, I don't have time!" Came Cynthia's response as she adjusted her designer handbag in the crook of her arm before taking Topper's head in her hands and placing a kiss on top. The boy grimaced as his mom moved away from him. Graylin offered him a grin. "I'll be gone for two night this time, alright? And please, if you're having people over, no more than two." She reminded as she hurriedly reached the kitchen's exit.
