Wobbly legs, wobbly legs, wobbly legs! He let Iris pull him down and his wobbly legs thanked him profusely for it, because they had been on the brink of starting a strike which would have landed him somewhere on the floor. Happy sigh.
"They both are," Phobos replied all cheer, pushing them carefully towards her and licked the spilt fluid off the back of his hand. She said she wanted one of each earlier... or was that at the other place? Didn't really matter. Picking up his beer, the boy craned his neck to see which dumbass Iris was talking about. Fixed him with a stare, memorised the face for later use.
"Meh, he looks like he's got yeast for brains." Grinning he took a swig from his bottle. "Most of 'em think I'm a Roman something and ask which movie I'm from and I tell them if they keep asking stupid questions, I'll feed them to the lions. ...I wish we had lions now."