"It'll be a blinding mass of red." Spencer confirmed solemnly, "I want to be there to see Snape's face when the first wave of your kids come swarming in!" A rowdy laughter escaped Spencer's mouth almost involuntarily, causing him to glance down and realise he had somehow had five drinks already. How had that happened?
To be honest, Spencer wasn't awkward around Megan due to the discussion of children. Sure he had perhaps entertained notions of children together, but never voiced them, because...well, hell, that was scary! It was always so much easier for blokes after a break up than the gals. Spencer was awkward however, for the simple reason that he had been used to treating Megan a certain way for so long, and even though it had been almost two years since they had broken up, they had never established a new pattern.
It was then that the pretty barmaid appeared, a fresh bottle of firewhiskey on her tray. "Well, hello there fellah's" She greeted, recognizing the boys from their random jints to the bar, "Just came on the late shift, and lucky me to see you lot here. With a lady nonetheless! Which one of these handsome devils is your boy, love?" She directed toward Meg before leaning down and placing the bottle on the table giving both Ron, Spencer and Meg a good view of her cleavage. Sorry, George, you chose the wrong seat.