"I think this party was pooped before I got here." At least to Frankie it was. He looked incredulously at Minerva and made a point to look around. "I really don't see any cute girls here my age to snog." Really he was trying to avoid getting his cheeks pinched by the elderly women who frequented the pub.
"My sentiments exactly." he said and watched curiously when his sister went off to the bar and came back with egg nog. He spied it for a moment and took a sip.... nice, rum. Although, he hoped that there wasn't anything else, prankish in it. "No, not bad at all.... though if my hair turns red and green I may have to revaluate."