She snapped the gum once, right behind his ear, then did it again for good measure. He twitched and slapped back at her, missing entirely.

"I'm bored." Pouting, she snapped the gum a third time, then spat it into a bush and skipped a few paces ahead of him. "I thought you said we were going to a party?"

"No, I said we were going to a blowout." Nervously he pushed the hair back from his eyes and glanced around. "It's just a few more blocks. Be quiet, willya?"

"No," she said, and shut up. Two steps more and she was chewing on her nails. She hadn't mentioned the incessant chewing, but it was all the better, he supposed.

"Okay. This is going to be really cool, trust me." He pointed at a large concrete and glass building, a relic from some business that had gone out a few weeks earlier. "That building there is where it's at. You need this to get in--" She deftly caught the small metallic cylinder he tossed her way-- "And it's all happening on the third floor. I need to go get ice, I forgot I promised the 'tender, but you go up and I'll be there in a few, okay?"

"Okay..." She stood there, head tilted. After a second of staring, he pressed a quick peck to her cheek, and she giggled. "Want me to get you a drink or anything?"

"No, you just go enjoy yourself." He walked away from the building; her footsteps were sharp and echoed across the empty street. There was a bus stop a block away, thick plastiglass and steel. He leaned against the inside wall and watched the concrete and glass explode and the building crumple beautifully.