"You're still here. No beer. I'm not corrupting a minor.""But you're a minor,"she pointed out. "At least for beer.""Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and I'm not if I want a beer?"
"Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.'It was the perfect motto for Morganville."
"That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay."
"Now,"said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve."
"Damn, Claire. Warn a guy before you do a face-plant on the floor next time. I could have looked all heroic and caught you or something -Shane"
"Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much.""Dick. That's not what you said last night.""Bite me."