Booty Call
08.19.10
“Now then, chaps.”
“Matt!”
“Well, if it ain’t the Lord of the Winds!”
“Not seen you since you got together with that bird. Was beginning to think you were dead. Or, worse, under the thumb.”
“Give him a break lads, he’s probably just been spending the last few weeks in bed.”
Matt winked at us, tapped the side of his nose, cocked one hip towards us and let out a loud fart. The underage drinkers at the next table stifled giggles while the barmaid, far too fashionable for an establishment like the Pig and Whistle, wrinkled her nose in disgust.
“Business as usual, chaps!” Matt brought his glass up for the customary salute, but the rest of us didn’t follow suit, instead looking at him in horror.
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