And then he gets thrown across the room into a table in front of Penhall. Penhall, mildly, as he sips his drink: "You know, I think you should quit hitting him with your face."
Oh, Booker. Boooooooooooker. I love you.
Now, off to bed. For I have domestic violence practicals in the morning and God how weird is that sentence anyway?
(PS: Look at cute kid!Booker in my mood!)