"Drink. Now. Good." He was offering one-word sentences and wincing on the inside. Unscathed, his cute little ass. Adele was still in the club and worse still, he knew he'd see her on Sunday. He was fairly certain that she'd make sure plenty of people heard about his 'sleazy' behavior between now and then, including Bishop Congreve.
Peter not so gently ushered her from the floor and back to the table, hoping his horror wasn't written on his face. "I am so sorry. Really. She's...Adele's aggressive. And likes to hold a grudge."
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Date: 2009-01-03 02:54 am (UTC)Peter not so gently ushered her from the floor and back to the table, hoping his horror wasn't written on his face. "I am so sorry. Really. She's...Adele's aggressive. And likes to hold a grudge."