Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”
“Too much alcohol!” She rolled over, keeping the ice cream away from him. “Mine now.”
“Take away Gwaine’s ice-cream privileges, he drinks more than I do.” Which could have been a lie but who was to say, really?
“Gwaine’s not here and you are.” Summer fished the spoon out from underneath herself and opened up the pint. “My alcoholic ice cream now.”