Iestyn’s hands flew to his mouth and his eyes were round as saucers. Tinsel rather thought that Krampus’ idea of a good time was along the line of “hookers and blow” so withdrawal was going to be minor if Krampus leaned on that too hard. It was times like this that Tinsel wished she could swear. Like, all the swears.
“I’ll try,” she said, because it was worth a shot. She didn’t know if the number in her phone was still active, but it was the only one she had. It was ringing anyway. If Krampus could even hear it ringing over the strip club he was probably in.