"I bet it'd be ten times more amusing than the looks on the faces of my team..." Frank grinned, still laughing lightly. He could almost guarantee that nearly all of them would be hungover the next morning, but he just didn't want to deal with the whining. It'd be double the amount that he usually got.
"Well it's certainly better than my mum's cake. Just don't tell her I said it." He grinned, "I think it's a nice trade off though, and personally, I think I'd rather have the cake." There really was no contest. It wasn't so much that he disliked parties, he just liked cake more. And his dignity...