Draco & Anthony
Draco slid down to the floor and put his head between his knees, heaving. "Fuck," he managed, once the explosions had stopped going off inside his head. Then he added, "... at least we can still see the pub." He let out a sound that was half a hacking cough and half a snorting, manic laugh. He looked down at himself. "Oh great... I lost my shirt."