Terence snorted, "I've invited you, you wanker. It's not my fuckin' fault you've never come. South Africa," he elaborated. "Durban." Why was he telling Miles where he lived? How was it that Miles didn't know where he lived?
"Of course mate," he responded, drinking the whiskey down just as quickly and holding the glass out for another.
"Don't even fucking talk about shit like that, fuuuck. Ginger is the best damn lay I have ever had, I won't deny that- and she's fucking gorgeous- but no- no no no- I am not a fuckin' fool like you wankers," he went off, sensing again he'd had a bit much.
"Fuck, when you wake up from firevodka there are always surprises. Didn't learn your lesson the first time?" he asked with a smirk. "Or maybe you were hoping for a repeat performance," his smirk widened as he lifted the glass to his lips.