Spryly might have been more hung up on 'we can pretend it does' if the welcoming embrace of the booth was like heaven itself cupping his ass cheeks. Merlin's beard he needed this. "I'd happily drink cats piss right now," he gushed without really thinking. He realized he was grinning like an elated idiot and Lestrange would probably think he'd lost his senses completely.
He wiped the silly look off his face. "Anythin' with a good kick is fine." The quicker he was drunk the better. "And uh, thanks."
He wiped the silly look off his face. "Anythin' with a good kick is fine." The quicker he was drunk the better. "And uh, thanks."
Eyeing up this magnificent set eh? MJ sold her soul to Satan's graphic designer. I wish he'd take mine too.