“Ow!” David slapped his neck.
“What’s up?” asked James. “It’s February, so hardly midges season.”
“Dunno.” David slapped his cheek. “Let’s get a pint.”
“Hey, Tracy’s really keen on you. Wocher reckon?”
“Naw… damned.” He slapped his shoulder. “Not my type. Know what I mean?”
“C’mon! Wanna spend another Valentine alone? Anyway, she’s coming in with Sharon tonight - there they are!”
David slapped his chest. “Actually… she’s OK.” He smiled but didn’t notice a tiny, winged creature zoom around his chest to take another shot.
“’Bout time,” muttered the cherub, firing off another arrow. “That’s him sorted for Valentine’s.”
“What’s up?” asked James. “It’s February, so hardly midges season.”
“Dunno.” David slapped his cheek. “Let’s get a pint.”
“Hey, Tracy’s really keen on you. Wocher reckon?”
“Naw… damned.” He slapped his shoulder. “Not my type. Know what I mean?”
“C’mon! Wanna spend another Valentine alone? Anyway, she’s coming in with Sharon tonight - there they are!”
David slapped his chest. “Actually… she’s OK.” He smiled but didn’t notice a tiny, winged creature zoom around his chest to take another shot.
“’Bout time,” muttered the cherub, firing off another arrow. “That’s him sorted for Valentine’s.”
