Re: Pandora and Wayne
Wayne look down at Dora, assessing with his fuzzy brain. They were at his flat, which he never did. They had been drunk, which he had...Okay, he had done that.
More than once.
This month.
Fuck.
Had they…? He wasn't sure. Could go either way.
Wayne's brain went into worst-case scenario mode. Please, God, please, let her not be pregnant.
"Tequila?" He was pretty sure he would normally stare clear of the stuff. Then again…
"Did I say anything along the lines of 'reposado is probably different?'" That had been a tactical error in the past.
So, repeating past mistakes, then.
"You okay?" He asked finally, mouth feeling disgusting and dry. Belatedly, he ran a clean washcloth under the tap and handed it down to her.