"You and I both know that ain't happenin'." Sobriety. He grinned at Will's reaction to his nasty pun, though.
"Ah-yes, I've stolen a few kisses myself," from Qiana, that was. Never anything more than a smooch on the dance floor. During their odd sessions of the Bernie Lean, usually. As for other girls... Troy had certainly dated more than Will. But Will was much more gayer. Thus the surprise in Qiqi kisses. The florakine spit out his imaginary drink and pantomimed putting the fake glass next to their last abandoned beverage at the mention of centaur dong.
"Aw god," he frowned hard. Horse D. It sounded like a steroid. "The will-they-won't-they gives me reason to wonder," the insightful druid offered. Y'know, just in case Omen was interested in pursuing the Rapunzel of it all. He hoped not. Troy was a nasty, greedy Hobbitses in that regard. "I feel like there'd have to be some harnesses involved, you know?" he said nonchalantly as he began stuffing his face. Then a little centaur circled them and disappeared again. "Life is awesome." His mood had been lifted, at least temporarily. Now on with the edibles.