Recently, we went out for drinkies. Interesting Friend has sold his flat in Brighton and is moving into his inheritance (a house - his father having recently passed away). So that is why Gorgeous Landlord, Cookie, Interesting Friend, Extrovert and Extrovert's outgoing girlfriend were all found in the Neptune supping pints of real ale (or Scrumpy Jack in my case).
As is usual when someone is leaving, the evening turned to nostalgia. They each reminisced about their youthful days. Spoke of each other's flaws and virtues and Extrovert announces loudly
The thing about [Landlord] is he's always good at anything physical
me: [under my breath] I'll say!
silence fell. I blushed. Extrovert had meant sports but cheered, chinked glasses with Landlord and then with me.
Hmm, I may just have raised his standing among his mates. Trouble is, Landlord was too drunk to remember the incident.