"Well at least you have a line. Better than some people." He wasn't going to name names but people were talking about a certain red-head on staff. Always talking.
Jamie snorted, glancing over his shoulder at Maddie and arching an eyebrow, "I'm twenty. And male. My mind is in the gutter too. Especially when it comes to anything Brodie." And his mind was drifting off to when they were still injured and there'd been a request for Jelly Babies and the drum set t-shirt. Fuck.