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There are some kinds of happiness that can only be expressed through alliteration.

So.

Bouncy bassist back from Blighty, banging Bach onna baby grand.

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"Yeah, and she's three. No thanks, mate."

....but it says a lot that Richard can tell his relatives apart now.

"'I love her, I love her, I love her,'" Charlie sings. "'I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her, I love her.'"

It's possible the Scotch is getting to him.

"You're forgetting the sister in law."

Richard ruffles Charlie's hair and slings an arm around them. He tips the last of the Scotch into their glasses.

"Yeah, and I need every Perunu in the UK after my blood."

"Can't have that. I need you at the wedding."

He looks to Richard.

"Right then. I'll just break that to her for you."

"I'm a decent groomsman. Do well in a tux."

He looks up at Gary.

"You'll do wot now?"

"And a kilt," Charlie decides. "There should be kilts."

"Kilts?"

"Yes, because people need to see more of my pasty pale legs."

"Kilts," Charlie says dreamily. "I like kilts. Can't get Darien into one but I love 'em."

He looks at Richard.

"It's the breeze, isn't it?"

He nods sagely.

"Keeps you virile."

"I like knees." He smiles angelically. "Darien has great knees."

"You think I need help being virile?"

Someone's just had a birthday.

"Seem to be doing fine so far, mate. But the leather skirt doesn't hurt anything, now does it?"

Richard gets ready to run just in case.

"Eeeeasy access," Charlie says with a nod. "That's the selling point. That's what I need to convince Darien of. About. Whom. Hm?

"Anyway. Kilt sex." He nods.

It's quick as a whip, easy to miss if you aren't looking for it, but Richard manages to run his finger along a certain line on Richard's neck before patting his shoulder.

"As you say, mate."

Richard draws in a soft breath and shifts his weight in a way that Gary ought to recognise. He tries to stay focused.

"What was that about knees?"

"They're nice," Charlie says, beaming. "Darien's knees are nice. Bony. Nice. Legs a mile long. Perfect legs."

He gives Charlie a thumbs up...

While the other hand does it again.

Richard makes a strangled noise and knocks back the last of his Scotch rather too fast. He takes a moment to catch his breath.

"Well....it's getting a bit late. Best head for home soon. Can you make it upstairs all right, Charlie?"

"Upstairs," he says, nodding. "The lying-down place. Great ceilings." He totters to his feet.

"Could say the same for the flat," he answers with a wide grin. Then he looks to Richard, innocent as the day is long.

"Heading home are we?"

"Aye. Think I need to show you the ceiling in my room."

He pats Charlie's back and looks around for Darien. They'd both had a bit much, and it wouldn't do for him to have a mishap on the steps.