George forced down the mouthful of pizza with a swig of wine. "Am not," he said with mock indignation. "You are." He switched to a grin and stuck his tongue out as he reached for a new slice to replace the one he'd all but inhaled.
He laughed a bit as he picked off a bit of sausage to pop in his mouth. "Hot memories like making out in the backseat of a hired car? That poor, poor guy. Though, I guess people have probably done worse."