"I wouldn't be Hunter if I didn't worry." He shook his head in amusement, slipping the bottle of whisky back into its secret spot. The drawer slid smoothly back into place as though it didn't even exist.
"As long as you're happy, that's the main thing, right? Just..." Hunter stood, thinking he ought to check on Molly, "next season, try not to pull any stunts like you did with Reynolds at the semi-final, yeah? Otherwise your big brother might stop offering tickets."