That was a strange thing to say, Morgan thought, but he didn't have time to think through the implications before Basil had moved on. It wouldn't be difficult, he figured, to improve upon the night if it had gotten off to such a poor start for Basil. Why would it be a promise he was unable to keep?
The question about his own evening entirely distracted him. It might not have, if he hadn't had such a story in his back pocket about what had happened to him so far that evening. He wasn't going to be able to tell anyone besides Basil about it, though, so it was a relief to have a chance to tell the story. "You're going to laugh at me," he warned, though he was already grinning at the sheer ridiculousness of what he was about to say. He wouldn't mind if Basil laughed. "It was quite dramatic, in its own way, but it hasn't left me enough time to drink as much as it warrants. I went out for a cigarette earlier with some of the gents from the club, only I managed to smudge my trousers — a white suit was probably a mistake," he allowed with a shrug. "But I thought, no worries. I'll just pop into this empty room and fix it up with a spell. I was in the old classroom — you know the one — with my pants in my hand and my wand in my teeth when this debutante walked in, looking for the lavatory." He was in full storyteller mode by this point, gesticulating with his cigarette to add emphasis, his eyes alight with amusement. "Which might not have been so bad, except that my sister was right behind her, and of course you know how it looked."
The question about his own evening entirely distracted him. It might not have, if he hadn't had such a story in his back pocket about what had happened to him so far that evening. He wasn't going to be able to tell anyone besides Basil about it, though, so it was a relief to have a chance to tell the story. "You're going to laugh at me," he warned, though he was already grinning at the sheer ridiculousness of what he was about to say. He wouldn't mind if Basil laughed. "It was quite dramatic, in its own way, but it hasn't left me enough time to drink as much as it warrants. I went out for a cigarette earlier with some of the gents from the club, only I managed to smudge my trousers — a white suit was probably a mistake," he allowed with a shrug. "But I thought, no worries. I'll just pop into this empty room and fix it up with a spell. I was in the old classroom — you know the one — with my pants in my hand and my wand in my teeth when this debutante walked in, looking for the lavatory." He was in full storyteller mode by this point, gesticulating with his cigarette to add emphasis, his eyes alight with amusement. "Which might not have been so bad, except that my sister was right behind her, and of course you know how it looked."
