Tracey chuckled, the image of Theo racing on horseback entirely too entertaining for her imagination. "I want to be there the next time you do that. I can cheer you on."
It was perhaps wrong of her to offer these things to Theo. She was with Draco, and he seemed to be making a strange amount of effort to make sure that was so this time around, but she couldn't quite help herself. To her, it was eight years of no resolution, and the feelings she'd had for him when she was a girl were still very much alive, no matter how she wished it were otherwise. Still, watching a horse race was harmless, wasn't it?
Tracey looked away when he mentioned cupboards, biting on her lower lip before looking back at him and grinning. "The pitfalls of trying to have a proper shag while still at school. When I think about those days, I have no idea how we managed to not get caught." Of course, she remembered that being terribly exciting, especially for Theo.
"Can you really?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at the challenge. Then she waved over the bartender and suddenly, there were eight more shots on the table, four for each of them. She picked one up and held it delicately between her fingers.
"I think I have to see that, Theo. What sort of wager should we make?" She raised her eyebrows, the smirk on her face positively impish.