You don't know when you really became the Yellowjackets' snuggle thing. But at some point, you did. You always have ended up running cold during the hot summer nights.

But do they really have to argue about it so much?

"No, no, no, no– I got the eight of hearts, everyone knows that tops eight of spades!" Nat speaks, making a chopping motion with her hand as she designates the distinctions between 'classes' of cards in her slightly rasp voice.

"Oh, fuck you, Nat," Jackie's arms cross over her chest, looking away indignantly.

"Why don't you... just do a redraw?" Lottie proposes, hands outheld in mediation, having drawn a low card.

"Redraw? I say they fight for their honor," Van mutters spookily with a wide grin, Tai sending her a look to which she backs down with her hands out held in surrender.

Shauna's writing in her journal, sat against a wall, trying to ignore all the fuss, Laura Lee stands near her with her hands entwined a bit nervously.

It's already dark out... Jesus, at this rate no one's sleeping. When did you get so important?