"I've won the match," Pete announced. He carefully wiggled his fingers free of feathers and flopped flat onto the ground; Mikey rolled a bit, and his costume flattened out against Pete's ribs, digging the rim of his coconut bra into his chest. The natural response to this, of course, was too laugh a bit. Breathless and verging on giggling.
"Or the party, I suppose. I have won the party!" Elsewhere, William's wand wailed dimly. "Victory siren," Pete mused. "It's official. Are you off me yet, Way? Up!"
He had been without a drink long enough. Plus, there was a dentist here now. He wanted to tell Ryland about William's magical muggle policewand.