*He gulps his drink, in one long bolt, and then coughs a little, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The suitjacket's long discarded by now, and his sleeves are jammed up to the elbow, his shirt rumpled, his tie who-knows-where, probably crushed into the floor beneath their feet.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 10:27 pm (UTC)No, you great lump, you weren’t invited.
No offense, mate.