"I'd complain about it for months," Spencer admits blithely. He lets his arm remain draped around Ira for now and gives him a crooked grin. "It's good to see you, man. I know I was gonna see you in a couple days anyway, but you're always busy with school and Quidditch. Not like I'm not busy as hell too but, y'know, it's cool hanging out outside of class."

Spencer begins pulling Ira towards... somewhere. He's not sure where, but it's hard to tell. He seems to know where he's going. Maybe he'll get another drink, maybe he'll talk Ira into getting on the mechanical bull.