“Aw, Skye, don’t call him my boy toy,” Fitz replied, scrunching up his face. “I think he’d said he’d be joining me later.” He shrugged. “It’s fine. I don’t need someone else to have fun.” Even if he’d literally just been standing there holding his still-filled cup like it was just something to be held and not drank.
“Now, that’s a lie. You need me.” She draped an arm around Fitz’s shoulders, subtly nudging him towards the direction of the bar. “And something stronger than Kool Aid. Call your comms companion - sorry, commspanion - and tell him I’m not letting him have you tonight. You snooze it, you lose it.”