Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne grinned and opened his mouth to start, but wasn't sure which version of his story he should use, or how specifically to spin it.
"How about," he began, "a rough-around-the-edges Hufflepuff dropout trying his damndest not to become the next in a long line of walking Welsh stereotypes?" That would do, he supposed. At the very least, it displayed for her how thoroughly out of his league she was...that is, unless she fancied a stroll in the proverbial gutter.
Wayne started his next rum and coke, observing her reaction to the drink that was obviously new to her. "Blasted off the tree, is that a real thing or just a beautifully crafted metaphor? Could go either way."