"I'm not saying I'm seed-spreadin', George argued, gesturing with the empty glass. "Jus' that I'm kissin'. And that I'm not gonna say I'm jus' kissin' you, unless there's somethin' else there. 'cause... That." He waved vaguely, as if that explained it all. "Casual." He nodded for emphasis, then frowned, trying to remember what they were talking about.
Katie poked the other her, and George snickered. "Jus' you," he said, trying to focus on just one, and failing miserably. "There's two. But you jus' put your finger in your own eye. Or ear. Somethin'." He shrugged.
"Fuckin' pissed here. Don' make me try to 'splain stuff."