All right, kids. We’re going to a party where they don’t like us very much. Everyone know what they’re doing? (Sin) Not a clue, but I think certain death and dismemberment is in my forecast, followed by a light rain of guys and flayed skin. (Kish)

I apologize for Pam. I accidentally hit her in the head with a baseball when we were in fifth grade and knocked her out cold. She’s never been right since. (Tory)

Oh, baby, this ain’t asshole. Trust me. There’s a whole keg of asshole I haven’t even begun to tap yet.

Death is just a new beginning…at least in my religion. And extreme inebriation seriously helps. (Syn)

You are one seriously testy Creature of the Night. (Amanda)

Look and you wlll see, that which was can never be. When they seek a boy your age, Run, you flippin moron, run!

Unfortunately, the heart played its own tune, and it was deaf to what the head tried to tell it.’ – Abigail