Terence chuckled and went to get a drink. "Yeah you might want to step lightly mate, forgetting Ging's birthday? Thanks. You know she fuckin' lives with me right? Who do you think had to fuckin deal with that shit?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.
When Montague teased him about her robes her dropped his jaw and shook his head. "Listen here, arse, I am, and always have been, the best dressed of you louts. I've got an image to fuckin' uphold whether there are women around or not.
"But thank you for noticing them," he finished with a smirk, taking a drink his whiskey.
When Cass entered he lifted his chin to him, raising the glass. So he was here. Terence glanced at the back of Montague's head a moment, wondering just how tense a regular gathering for drinks could get.
"Vaisey," he greeted in a detached but otherwise typical greeting.