“They cuddle in front of the tv? Oh William you poor dear. How do you manage to sneak in your redheads with them hogging one of the best snogging places in the flat?” Somehow, Penny managed to keep her face straight and her voice utterly serious. Had she known about the ‘drought’ Mandy and Roger were going through, there was every chance that she’d have cracked up. Five days was hardly a long time when for it had been well, a lot longer. Love for her friend had her not commenting on the flush creeping across Mandys face. One of these days, Roger would learn that embarrassing his girlfriend was not the way to get her to return his kisses and soft touches in public.
“Its a figure of speech William to indicate that the cannon fodder were simply nameless bodies.” Pennys voice was always a little snippy when she made corrections and taking the bull literally by the horns, she held out her hand and tried not to roll her eyes. “William, will you do me the honour dancing with me so these two can have a moment to themselves? Your rippling pectoral muscles, fearsome leather diaper and manly torso will surely be the highlight of my evening.” God, she was going to gag. Roger owed her and if Williams hands so much as wandered, she would have something to say about it. Loudly. Draining her champagne glass - the first, second? - she placed it nearby and smiled at the assembled group.