"I can't do this anymore, okay? I cannot fucking do this anymore."

I skated around the room as I chuckled at Sex Bomb. "Aw come on! You always had more patience for my bullshit than--"

"I love you, Flurry."

"What?!" Bomb's words rattled me so thoroughly, I accidentally ran into a wall. As I collected my bearings, Sex Bomb started walking over to me. When I saw she had dropped her trusty rocket launcher Baby Doll, I realized she was being completely serious--she practically had that thing chained to her hip.

"I said I love you, Flurry. You're brave and funny and kind and beautiful. And I can't keep putting myself in a position where I risk hurting or even killing you. I--I know you'll never return my feelings, but--"

Before I even knew what I was doing, I blurted out, "I love you too!"

Sex Bomb went wide eyed at my interruption. "You do?"

I got on my feet and held her hands. "I do! I've had a crush on you since we met. Hell, I didn't even know I liked girls until I met you! It's just... I didn't think you'd believe me if I told you. I'm not exactly known for being serious, after all."

Sex Bomb pressed her forehead against mine affectionately. "Of course I would have believed you."

I let out a joyful giggle as Sex Bomb and I kissed. When we broke apart, she whispered to me, "You taste like mint chip ice cream. I love mint chip."

Suddenly, a baritone voice from above us called out, "I really shouldn't have to say it, but I am not okay with any part of this."

We looked up to see my partner Snow Angel tied to the railing on the upper level and his wing pack hanging from the ceiling covered in pink spray paint. I rolled my eyes and responded, "You're not my dad, and even if you were, that wouldn't give you the right to dictate who I go out with!"

"She's a criminal!"

Sex Bomb flipped him off and fired back, "Yeah, but I'm a criminal who's still legally entitled to partaking in the Returners Rehabilitation Program, which I will be joining by the end of the night!"

Snow Angel scoffed, but couldn't get a word in before I gave him an ice gag. "And I will gladly be her sponsor in these endeavors." I then turned to Sex Bomb to say, "Now, whaddya say we get some Italian for dinner?"

"Yes, please!"