Greg, lying back on the couch with his feet splayed out into the room, said, “What a night. The drama llama and the fail whale rode a roflcopter over to the lolrus’s house.”
“This,” said Alex, slouching next to him in a very similar pose.
Brigid, slumped down into a nearby easy chair with a glass of spent ice, just looked over at them through narrow slits for eyes and said, “Fail.”
“Irascible Brigid is irascible,” said Greg.
“Quote for truth,” said Alex.