What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Ruth scoffed, True. Also, no-one gets the 'Fuck up' crown. We all know it’s mine. His swollen left hand wrapped tighter around the man’s waist as they began a meandering path down the street.

Spiderbait? Ah, yeah, her. A spicy wee ‘warf is all, there was a small shrug there. Owes me a favour. Pretty sure… yeah, there it is, he turned abruptly, his bruised hand gripping the one of Nairn’s that hung over his shoulder to check-in on the fool. She’s an engineer of sorts… family business or, something, was too drunk at the time.

Another shrug and turn brought the pair in front of a small cottage. Might be a lost cause, might tell us to fuck off, but you never know, he’d offer, reaching over to pound on the door and oddly straightening a little a wide smirk beginning to sprawl across his face. Might be I make her as pink as Ruthmillion again, don’t hold it against her though, she got brains this one.