It's such a small thing, that nip, but it shoots heat straight down Neil's back. He laughs, and hands over the drink as Guy takes it, smiling innocently. "I'm pretty sure my drink is plenty grown up, it's about six alcohols and a splash of cola."

His comes, and he drinks mightily for a moment. Then he half turns, looking over the crowd at the bar, and out on the dance floor. His free hand slides, casually, against Guy's hip.