"Good for me, I haven't had sex in...fuck, has it really been almost a year?" He took another sip of whiskey, doing the mental math. The last time he'd gone home with anyone had been before Azkaban. "New Year's Eve. That's the last time I got laid, Benjy. What the fuck." That was too long for a healthy adult male to go with only his hand for company.
He shook his head, and tossed back the rest of his glass. The waitress had been bright enough to leave the bottle, so he could refill it instantly. "It's a pretty small loop though, that's really all the exciting things that have happened," Leo said. It wasn't like he had a large social network from which to draw gossip from.
"Of course I am, but I didn't think you'd agree," Leo said, tilting his head to study Benjy. "Everything okay, mate? You've never said you were unhappy there."