When Felix finally explained, Georgie brought a hand to her chest and sighed in relief. "Oh my giddy great-aunt, you had me imagining some sort of dick-slapping machine had slapped your face around, and the dick was ridden with the syph or something. That's much better."
Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Felix with suspicion. "What sort of plans?"
When he invited her downstairs Georgie grinned. "It's as good a place to get plastered as this is, count me in, mate. Maybe I'll get Herpes. Do you think Herpes is cute?" she tossed her head back. "Oh, or maybe I'll get a pack of fags, a bag of ganja something! Please gods above and all around!"