“Don’t get the hump, Gibs,” Johnny said when he strode into the room a moment later. “It’s my girlfriend’s Christmas present, lad. I couldn’t exactly bring you along, could I?” “Ah, I don’t fucking see why not?” Gerard huffed, moving to my side. “Heads up, Claire-Bear, these two inconsiderate bastards are jetting off to Oui, Paris without us.”
