“Me either.” Laurel said with a smirk as Raph commented that she wouldn’t find him complaining about them being in a group together. “Thanks, I’m dressed up as Rizzo from Grease.” Laurel said with a slight shrug. “An oldie for sure, but a classic musical.” Laurel slowly looked Raph over, honestly with no idea what he was dressed as either. “And what are you? Let me guess, a high school graduate taking a gap year before college, or the most attractive man in the room?” Was it wrong to flirt with her ex, probably. Was it wrong to flirt with an ex, knowing she slept with his brother right after the breakup, definitely. Was Laurel going to flirt with Raph anyway? Hell yes.