"Just this bloke. I mouthed off. He shut it for me." George shrugged, oddly unwilling to share details just yet. Not until Angie knew, and he wasn't entirely sure Cornsilk was going to tell her. "Figure it was easier to let him think he'd won than to kick his ass, right?"
George chuckled, taking another sip, then shrugged. "Enough. Not that I'm keeping count. But you're welcome to count the bottles in the bin, if you like."
He gave Lee a grin. "Sincerely lucky." Besides, there was only one bird he wanted fucking with anything he had, and he wasn't entirely sure she was going to speak to him again.