Jeremy smirks triumphantly and picks up a box of breakables. "We have the whole weekend, there's no rush."

She opens and closes her mouth several times at the two boys before going back to setting up the house for the guests they're expecting. 

Suddenly the front door opens, a rush of cold entering the house.

"Honey, I'm home."

"Oh, now what are we gonna do, Jer? We forgot to make the casserole."

Sam walks in, past whatever extended, unfunny joke Josh is telling.

"The bitch will just have to starve."

His evident dislike for her, long suffering and well known, especially through the disgust in his evaluation of her outfit.

"Oz!" She drops what she's doing and does a flying leap at her twin, aiming for a hug.

"Me," begrudgingly, Orya accepts the hug, but melts into it once its happening. "Sammy, as usual, drop your shit wherever, make yourself at home, yada yada. Oh, and ignore my brother and his idiot friend, I always do."

She delivers a withering look to Jeremy over her sisters shoulder. 

"Hello, Josh. Hey, idiot friend. Looks like you might need a hand?"

"What am I, chopped liver? I want in on this hug."

"Yes,"

"and no," Phil finishes her twins sentence, before they speak together, eerily in sync.

"In that order."

"From you? Always," he flirts lazily, anyone could tell he doesn't really mean it.

She's used to lazy flirting from these two. She wonders if they do that when they're alone or if that would break the spacetime continuum.

"On second thought, why don't the girls go upstairs and get the rooms ready while you boys cool your heels."

"You sure you don't want just me 'n you to go upstairs. I think it'd be plenty more fun."

Oz detaches from her little sister, pushing the redheaded boy back easily with one hand. "Ah ah ah, little boy, backing away from the best friend, thank you very much."

She grabs both girls hands and drags them upstairs before any more banter can occur.

Watching them go, he stares at Orya's ass in genuine interest. "Your sister may be a scary bitch, but she's a hot scary bitch."

"I can't believe you're trying to kill me by calling my sister hot. I thought we were friends, Miah. I trusted you...with all of my deepest, darkest sexual fantasies. And you called my sister a 'hot scary bitch' in return?"

"Who are you kidding, that is my deepest, darkest secret."

"Gotta say, I'm hurt. I'm right here, you know, ready, willing, and able. Very able."

"Oh, my deep sexual love for you isn't a secret Joshua. Everyone knows I'd be on my knees the second you asked."

"Save it for the party. I don't know about you, but I want to give our guests a show."

He's pretty sure this party is going to be lame if he has to be sober, which is why he's planning on pre-gaming.

"Fine, at least let us take a break, light up, have a little fun before your sister sending us back to the salt mines."

"Alright, you win. Time to fold like a house of cards and chase the white rabbit."

Meanwhile...

"So Phil, are you looking forward to tonight?"