"Mars is a colony itself and has been for fuckin' centuries by my time. Weird to think we all used to just live on one tiny fuckin' planet, sounds cramped," she jokes.

"Don't fall asleep," Tasha says, elbowing Drew in the ribs. "Don't wanna explain why you fell and cracked your head open."

"I won't," Drew says, elbowing right back, with less force. Tasha grins at him, leaning against her brother's side and dropping her head on his shoulder. It's the kind of easy, uncomplicated sibling affection South barely realised they'd lost a lot of, over the years. Mostly because of her.

South shifts on her feet, unfolding and refolding her arms. "...yeah, this was a good night. They always were. We'd be so fucking tired the morning after, but it was worth it, y'know."