Re: Corn Maze
Pete actually rolled his eyes when the dupe asked what had pissed the girl off. "If you must know, apparently she has a rather virulent dislike for the very mention of the word twat. Hard to believe, isn't it? One minute I'm a dashing blah-de-blah with a charming accent or whatever, and the next I'm a pig and bloody hell knows what else." Wisdom groaned, tilting back his head to take a swig directly from the bottle of whiskey he had procured. He wiped his bottom lip with one thumb and threw himself into the beginning of another ramble.
That's around the time when he noticed the dupe had actually come up to him and taken his cigarette from him. "Oi. I'm having that fag, you mind?" he said, snatching it right back even as the dupe was trying to return it. His buzz addled brain failed to comprehend what had just happened here.
"I mean, it is just a bleeding word, isn't it? Rarely seen anyone so cheesed off about a stupid bleeding word! Unless it's the n-word or something, you know? Right. Anyroad, it isn't like I whipped out me bollocks and smacked her in the face with them, is it?" He seemed to lose track of his anger for a moment when he said that, and turned to face the dupe with a buzzed smile. "Although I don't mind saying it was looking like she might have enjoyed such a thing, if you know what I'm talking about," he offered with a boyish grin.
He blinked at the dupe then, something he had said before still niggling at the back of his brain. No, something about the way he had said what he'd said. He was suddenly standing quite still (for him), and he took a thoughtful draught this time, eyeing this version of Jamie very carefully as he did. "Growing on you," he said while blowing the smoke out and nodding his head minutely. "Is it now, luv?"