Il Pollo [Saturday evening]

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It was Victor's birthday, and while Olive's first inclination had been to throw him a totally awesome party -- well, her track record wasn't especially great, and there'd already been the dance yesterday, anyway, and half the town was speed-dating

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[ultron_junior]

Victor grinned across the table at Olive. She was probably taller than he was in those shoes, and she rocked them so hard it didn't even cross his mind as a thing that could matter.

"It feels really good," he said. "I mean, not being a kid anymore is weird, but not in a way I want to complain about. Got any wisdom from your ten entire weeks as an adult you want to share?"

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"Shooting a hole through a ballot while smoking a cigarette might exercise most of your over-eighteen freedom," Olive said gravely, "but it's also really hard to do. Other than that, I haven't noticed a huge difference between seventeen and eighteen, though your mileage may vary."

[ultron_junior]

"I'm a little excited about the part where it means I definitely won't end up in foster care," Victor said. "But besides that ... yeah, I don't expect huge changes in my life. I still have even more high school to go than you did."

He gave her a sly glance. "But now I want to try that shooting-smoking-ballot trifecta, too."

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"That can be arranged," Olive decided. "Not that we couldn't have done that like last week considering how much underage everything happens here, but still. Hooray legality!"