"What they got in Durban you can't get here?" he asked, knowing that somewhere in the dim dark past, he must have asked all this shit. But he was most likely drunk, and would always forget by the time he woke up.
He snorted at the reaction to Ginger, nodding as he said she was the best fuck he'd ever had, and licked his lips.
"Hey, I'm working on getting out of mine, I'm just..." he tried to explain Daphne as best he could. "I'm just enjoying the benefits whilst they last.
"Dangerous fucking shit, firevodka," he agreed, staring at the amber liquid in his glass. "Still, none of that shit in my house," he admitted. At the look about a repeat performance, he looked up, only to see the smirk on his face.
"A repeat performance? Fuck off." he asked, not sure what the hell he meant. "Trust me, I don't need firevodka to give the best damn performance of my life. I'm better without it, in fact." He gave Terence a challenging smirk.
They were far enough away from Cass and Montague to talk freely. "Come on, you know I'm the fucking best you've ever had. Admit it."