"Your Brighton mates still think you're slumming it with a chorus girl?"
"Something like that. They think a lot of things, fill their heads with idle gossip I couldn't really care for."
"Hey, I wanna show you something, before we go home."
"You already brought me dinner first, so I get if you want to get your freak on-"
"Not like that, asshole."
Pink. That's all Matt can see is fucking pink. He thought the view was nice from the rented yacht they had parked in the nearby marina, but this was so much nicer.