“The thing is,” Levi said, hands moving wildly in the air, his perfectly mixed cranberry cocktail in constant danger of ending up spilled over someone. His shirt was wet and sticking to his body after having been kindly thrown into the pool without warning, so he wasn’t too worried about it himself. At some point and after a large of amount of vodka, strictly necessary to warm himself up again, he’d found himself caught up in a grave discussion of Fifty Shades, sharing his serious opinions on the matter. “The thing is, the contract scene is funny, in a way? Because she’s actually a good actress, I guess, but it’s so surreal because she’s a virgin and she’s just crossing off kinks from the contract as if she had any idea? I understand her being reluctant about anal fisting because that shit isn’t for beginners, but she’s robbing herself of some interesting things with some of the other stuff, surely you know what I mean.”