"Elves do seem to have a thing for you." He said before gulping half of his drink down, grimacing slightly as it burned a harsh path down his throat to his belly. This was fucking awful.
The redhead was surprised though, when she spoke next, eyebrows raising. Talk? Talking was dangerous. Really, really dangerous, but it wasnt as if he could keep this bullshit up with her. Pretending like everything was great and wonderful when it very obviously wasnt. "Yeah." He agreed, following after her, chewing on his lip nervously as his stomach knotted up a bit.
And if Fred was surprised that she insisted they talk, he was blown away that she was apologizing. "Ange, stop. You dont have to be sorry." He said, shaking his head and setting his drink on a short wall, running a hand through his hair, tugging at it a bit. "You're allowed to..to....its not like--" He stopped, sighing exasperatedly. Merlin, he wasnt good at this.
"Its my fault. We were drunk. I shouldnt have..." Fred gestured a little uselessly, as if it would make a point. "I should have stopped. I pushed it too far."