The race was going better than expected, stealing a little bit of space ahead of her, a wild grin on his face as he tried to give himself more space from her, curving a little wide on the next curve and almost losing the lead.
It would be nice to be a little more sober, it would keep his broom steadier, keep his head more in the game, keep Angie from catching him on the surpise and zooming ahead. Fred stuttered on his broom, sending himself into a barrel roll, and making him scramble to right himself, cursing as she took a decent lead of him.
The redhead pressed as close to the broom as possible, kicking hard to get a boost, dipping up under her as he got closer on the straight away, his shoulders level with her feet, urging his broom on quicker, willing it to move faster, fighting to get himself ahead. There were a lot of bragging rights in this, even if they were both a little too tipsy for this to be safe.