Drink another shot of make believe

edy stage direction: insert some heavily audio-engineered pop beat heard at least 3 drinks in Quirking a brow, the teenager grinned up at him. "Because I'm clearly such a self-started, right?" She beamed. Clearly it was that, and not because she had loose morals or simply did what she pleased.   Watching as he backed up, the teenager crossed her arms challengingly. She had the attention span of a goldfish, so this had better be good. As Bastien extended his arms she tilted her head skeptically, but as he launched himself nimbly backwards, Edy found herself adding to the delighted applause. "Nah you're still old." Edy cackled with a happy mischief sparkling in her dark eyes. "But your bones aren't giving out on you—" Her eyes dropped unequivocally towards his belt before bouncing back upwards. "—most of them anyways."