Gabrielle shrugged. “If ‘ee iz, it waz not a concern to ‘im last night.” She shook her head in obvious disgust. “If ‘ee iz, Sara Moon is one unlucky girl. I think zhat he was zee most untalented boy zhat I ‘ave ever been with.”
“If you could even call it zhat…” She shook her head again.
“I thought zhat ‘ee ‘ad potential when he pulled me into zhat corner and started kissing me,” Gabrielle explained. “Zhen it got…messy. But not zhe good kind. He was touching me but it was rough in zhe wrong places and light and soft in zhe wrong places.”
“When I got my ‘and in ‘is pants, I was pleasantly surprised,” Gabrielle said with a dreamy grin. “Zhen he started thrusting into my ‘and and came in about thirty seconds. ‘ee got embarrassed and ran off.” She pouted at her sister.
Setting aside her glass, Gabrielle clapped excitedly. “Eee!” she squealed, throwing her arms around Fleur and hugged her tight.