"Oh well, I'm going to fuck Kirley and.. a friend.. later so I thought I'd put in a little effort." Mel wasn't remotely ashamed of taking Remus to bed, but she suspected he didn't like his personal life being broadcast. She'd always protect him, Mel realized in that moment.
"What's that you're drinking," Mel said and peered into her glass. "Oh, no, that won't do. Have you had the punch?" The punch was a staple of Kirley parties. Mel had come up with the recipe a few years ago. It was a vivid red, tasted sweet, and held the alcohol of three of four shots with each glass. A glass of punch and the drinker would be feeling brilliant for hours.