Ice-cream? How could he say no to that? Everyone had a soft-spot for ice-cream, even his mum who was lactose-intolerant would have a small tablespoon or two; that was dedication, that was the lengths people went for ice-cream and he was getting it offered to him for free, of course he was going to have some. “Yeah, sounds brilliant.” Seamus, brought the bottle of firewhiskey he had picked up early with him into the kitchen, and placed it down on one of the counters, so he could help Vati find the bowls. He was hoping on chocolate or something with some type of strawberry topping.
With ice-cream in hand and a spoon in his mouth, Seamus jumped up on one of the counters, “Good ice-cream.” He mumbled, between a mouthful of sugar. “Really good.”
Once, he managed to swallow what he had left. He cleared his throat, “What are we getting up to tonight?”