Graham laughed then, rolling his eyes. "Such a charitable bastard you are, Nott. Dishing out pity-lays to the unfortunate, or in this case, misfortunate." It didn't matter much to him that Theo had slept with her; it certainly wouldn't deter him from pursuing her. Especially since she likes being shagged from behind.

And then he noticed that they'd run out of whisky. Again. He relaxed in his chair as he waved his hand, signaling for another bottle. "Nothing like getting completely pissed amidst half-naked, dancing wenches to put an old friendship back on track."