“So I’ve been told, Miss Laundry” Thomas shrugged. He was a little too drunk to really care at this point though even sober, Thomas didn’t particularly care. He only minded when insults were directed at others and not himself. He cared for all but himself when it came to that.

Then, once she’d taken the drink from him and set the bottle down, he reached for one of the cookies as she spoke, “One, what’d you do that for?” He said, rubbing his hand and stumbling back a little, “Two, I don’t know if brooms can turn into people. That’s why I asked.” Wait, was she on about courtship? Who even knew at this point, “And three,” he moved to pick up the whiskey and took a large swig of it, “… and four, it’s complicated. My dad thinks I’m courtin’. And I guess I am but, er, she’s er… it’s complicated. She caught me talkin’ to a pole but also I met a flower girl who sells flowers and paints real good but that’s fine because we are just friends and also five,” he said, taking another – bigger – swig.

It was at this point that Thomas stumbled onto his bed and put the bottle on the floor, “That’s enough of that talk.”

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