"Oh, you met Georgie! Isn't she great? I love her," Edwin sang, lowering his voice to what was supposed to be a whisper towards the end of his sentence, but turned into just a hiss. He just as quickly gave up on whispering. "Usually if I'm not with my cowboy then I'm with Georgie. I should probably talk to more people here. I like Kiley... and you! I like you. We're gonna be friends." Without warning, he clinked their glasses together, then swallowed a good portion of his drink.
"Okay. So. You. You tell me, um... You protect the young gaylings, right? Haaa, gaylings. See it's like ducklings but they're bitty baby homosexuals. I'm a gayling. Did I make that up or is that a thing?" he wondered, stumbling over his words.