Bare feet tested the weight of damp grass as two pairs of identical veins worked to keep a steady blood flow supplied. They were inebriated with the sound of the other's heavy breathing, determined to keep the upper hand as their opponent sprinted across their territory to swing at the birdie that was cleverly played to their blind spot just out of bounds. Sara groaned, throwing her head back and violently swinging her racket from side to side in blatant irritation, much to Tegan's approval. She was getting on her sister's nerves, causing her to lose focus. It was obvious that Tegan had more power on her end, that Sara had her agility and hand-eye coordination, but both of them had been playing for the last 30 minutes, tiring themselves out. They hadn't stopped for drinks and the hosts of the party were starting to develop a slight buzz from the jello shots they'd consumed, waving their hands to get the twins' attention.

"Have a shot!" One called, a bright grin complementing sharp features. Sara shook her head, bouncing from foot to foot while her hands took turns holding the racket before it was passed to the other again and again in anticipation of Tegan's serve. The friend that had called out to her pouted and turned to Tegan, pinching the cover protecting red gelatin between her fingers as she wiggled her eyebrows. "It's cherry!" She shouted. Tegan shrugged her shoulders, pausing to stretch her arm out and rub her shoulder. They were consumed by the game they were playing, swallowed whole by the competitiveness only the other could awaken. The score was tied, the sun above them mercilessly damning the older sibling to half-blindness as the day progressed. Tegan hadn't complained once, nor had she used the troublesome rays as an alibi for missing her hit. Sara played well, only missing as consequence to jumping too high, the birdie slipping past her wrist, hitting her in the rib-cage lightly before landing on the grass. She huffed, picking it up as she passed, handing it to Tegan with a small laugh.

"Guuuuys!" The friend from before pointed to the fire, a small cup of unidentifiable liquid in hand. "We're starting the fire!" Tegan dropped both the racket and birdie, offering her hand to Sara as she chirped, "good game". Sara rolled her eyes, accepting the handshake before they cleaned the area and continued to the firepit, taking their sits on opposite sides of the makeshift circle. Sara watched as Tegan poked a stick through her marshmallow, holding it over the fire that paled in comparison to the one that had previously been driving their badminton game. She repeated the action for herself, smiling at the goofy grin that lit her world far better than any campfire could hope to. They leant back in the old lawn chairs, catching their breath. Their eyes connected. Sara smiled. The wind forced the fire directly towards her, hot pieces of smoldering newspaper catching her as she jumped up to avoid the smoke with a yelp.

"Come sit over here," Tegan offered, patting the thigh that wasn't balancing a jello shot. Someone pointed out that there were no more seats left, leaving Sara to feign annoyance as she tried to keep herself from falling off Tegan's leg as her arm wrapped around Sara's waist, the company surrounding them oblivious to the goosebumps that immediately met the gesture. They stayed like that long after the flames died down, for their friends had eventually become too drunk to realise that Sara could have moved back to her seat. Tired bodies started trudging into the house at midnight, and one by one, the company dispersed until only Tegan and Sara were left to douse the flames. Tegan shifted forward, poking the remaining coals to ensure they were extinguished. Sara murmured in her sleep, her arms finding their way around Tegan's neck as she was lifted and carried into the house, tucked into a warm bed, and kissed goodnight.