"Well, I like being over," Wayne replied easily, clinking their bottles together.
"That whole not-seeing-each-other-for-eight-years thing? Let's not do that again. That sucked. Zero of five stars." Wayne took another drink - god, it was good. Why had he stopped again?
His mind flashed back to his conversation that morning with Dennis. Stuff like that was why he drank, seriously.
"So how's it going with Seamus, eh?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Mister not-really-dating-but... come ON, you must have fucked at least once, right? He's a Gryffindor - I bet he's really aggressive in bed. Oh--" Wait, bad topic? "Sorry. Is that a bad thing to ask? Did I go too far? Sometimes I...yeah, people skills. Rusty."