"I would make a remark about him wearing a dog collar, but then that just leads to images which should not be thought of lest you want to become impotent," George murmured.
He grinned. "You could - though I think my wife would take my word over yours," he told his twin.
"Well you could hover around and wait for him to put his drink down, but then we run the risk of someone else mistaking his drink for theirs."
George chewed his lip.
"Accomplice. Hmmmm..."
His eyes scanned the room - and then fell on Alex and Mona who were standing and talking. George grinned.
"Alex's girlfriend. She's innocent looking enough, and if we ask that she bring the drink and not mention us at all I have a feeling she will. She and Alex got into trouble not too long ago with getting their tongues pierced. She's been rather 'compliant' around Angelina and I since."