It was awkward at the time, but later we all had a laugh about it.

[T]he dismal shrieks of demoniac rage […] roused phantoms of horror in her mind, far more terrific than all that dreaming superstition ever drew.

Point your toes away from you (downward) as far as you can.

Like he had a right to be uptight about Liv screwing whoever she pleased. He'd worked through six condoms—or was it seven?—in a tequila haze with the fuckbunny duo from the Hole.