Mandy couldn't believe he was wearing that and she just shook her head, smiling as he came over and wrapped her in his cape. She laughed, batting him away. His lips tickled her neck and she stood up, sliding her arms around his waist, content to just lean against his chest for a bit. Mandy had a love affair with Gaston Leroux. She'd always loved the story and it amused her to no end that she was getting her very own Phantom for the night. "You look devastatingly handsome," she murmured, leaning up to kiss him lightly on the lips before resting her head against his chest. She could tell him later. Or never. She was probably wrong anyway. Muggle things were unreliable.
"Hey," will said, standing up, flexing his arm. "These muscles are going to get me laid tonight, thank you very much." He grinned at Mandy, who was staring at him from Roger's arms. "Besides," he said, burping. "I'm sexy."
"I can't believe you're wearing that out in public," Mandy said, shaking her head. "You're going to be attacked by every female over the age of thirteen." Mandy raised a brow, smiling. "Maybe you'll find some lovely, elderly society witch to take care of you and your alcoholism."
Will finished off his beer. "One can only hope," he said, feeling a slight pang of envy at the couple in front of him. Roger was lucky. His thoughts drifted to Lisa before pushing them away. Fuck. He needed to find his own place. Roger and Mandy were making him maudlin.