"Newt? What the hell do you think you're doing?" Ah, I love the sound of Alby's voice in the morning.
I groan and rub my eyes, sitting up from the ground with my legs stretched out in front of me. Newt does the same.
"Good morning to you too, Alby," He replies sarcastically.
"This was a punishment for that shank, not a chance for you two to spend some one on one time together-"
"Don't you dare call her a bloody shank," Newt interrupts him, growling with anger. I shoot him an "I told you so" look, but his eyes stay glaring at Alby.
"Get the hell out of there, Newt," He orders.
"Gladly. It's time for both of us to leave, I believe," He grins and helps me to my feet with that arrogant smile that I love more than oxygen. Alby glares at us, but there's not much else he can do. We have a gathering to get to.