“It’s not fair,” Lee pouted from Lance’s bedroom, “why can’t I go too?”

“Maybe because it’s an eighteen and older club?” Lance responded from the bathroom where he was artistically arranging his hair.

“You could convince them, you’ve done it before.”

“Danny’s not working the door. I’m sorry, little bit, but tonight you stay home.”

“Sheeba’s going,” Lee whined, unrelenting as she flopped on his bed.

“Your point? Sheeba’s eighteen.”

“My point? If I can’t go I don’t think she should, either,” she growled under her breath… but Lance heard her as he reentered his room.

He laughed, laying down on the bed next to his youngest sister and nudged her with his shoulder, “So what *is* your problem with Sheeba? She’s nice, you know, I thought you liked her.”

Lee sighed in a put upon fashion. “Yeah, I guess she’s okay. It’s just…”

Lance ruffled her hair when she trailed off, “It’s just… that maybe Link thinks she’s nice too?”

“Maybe.”

“You know you’ll always be special to him, right?”

“Yes, but not like *that*. Bah. I know.”

“Aren’t you too young for guys, anyway?” He teased, half serious.

“Lance!” She objected, “I’m almost fifteen!”

“Ah, so you are.”