Clint just grinned and shook his head, knocking back his whiskey before waving another one over. "Must be good," he said, shooting an amused grin to Ade. "She's still around." It was a well known truth that not many of Marcus's conquests could say they've lasted nearly two months. Still, he didn't care that much. He just enjoyed taking the piss out of Flint. He and Lexi had pretty much decided that Marcus was bloody in love with Katie Bell and Lexi had warned him to not piss Flint off into doing something stupid and teasing him too much. Apparently, Katie would be upset and that would upset Lext. Women. Glancing around he furrowed his brow. "Was the last time we were here really when Lexi and Katie started that bar fight?" he asked, shaking his head. He was fairly certain all of them hadn't been in a relationship at the same time for years...
"Relationships..." he said, shaking his head. "Take up so much time. Well, and whatever it is Marcus is doing."
As for the whole sex comment, that just amused Clint. "Yeah... I'm with my cousin," he said, nodding. "I don't think I have to worry about that. It's not a problem for us." He grinned wistfully, thinking about that morning and how he'd woken up to a beautiful blonde doing delicious things to him early in the morning. He shifted in his chair, pants feeling a touch tight. He smiled at Flint and shrugged. "Say what you want, mate but I'm not the least bit nervous."
Lisette, his favorite waitress, headed over with a bottle of whiskey and placed it on the table. He shot her a wink and topped off his tumbler. "Nationals are going well," he said, rolling his neck. "If I could just get La Frommage to get the fuck out of the starter position..." He glanced at Marcus. "Maybe we could use that bludger Bell took?" He hated Dupis. Fucker was the biggest pain in the ass. "I think we'll do well. I'm pleasantly surprised. What about England? Bell back on the broom yet?"