"Why not? We're not his keepers. Not my fault Will wore a diaper." Roger grabbed a drink for himself and turned to Mandy. "You want anything, Mandy?" He stole a bite of her cupcake and kissed her cheek. "Nope, definitely not as good. It was very hard for him to keep his hands to himself, and dancing would have been a lovely excuse for his hands to wander around.
"Cruel is that little outfit," he murmured, brushing his lips against her hair. Fuck, he already just wanted to get her home. "Maybe you could come to the loo with me for a second. Penny'll be alright."
Roger laughed at the bit about Will's rippling muscles. "My pectorals beat your pectorals, fucker. And I think she's more concerned about your junk dangling around." He turned to Penny and shook his head. "Your outfits kind of go together though. Like you could be Helen and he's some little Spartan plebe."