Jon doesn't disagree. With Martin's deserving it, or with the idea that he doesn't.
He watches Tim lever himself up with the clumsy weight of someone becoming inadvisably drunk. He nearly dismisses the offer out of hand, but he's so very tired. And they haven't even started in on Deerington. On July. Maybe it will help.
"Yeah." He'll drink whatever is handed to him. Scotch no longer sounds intolerable. "Whiskey? On ice?"
He has generally skirted his way through nights out with a tolerable pint, or by struggling through regrettable quantities of Pimm's with Georgie. That really won't be sufficient, here. And he doesn't want to think any more about Georgie.
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He watches Tim lever himself up with the clumsy weight of someone becoming inadvisably drunk. He nearly dismisses the offer out of hand, but he's so very tired. And they haven't even started in on Deerington. On July. Maybe it will help.
"Yeah." He'll drink whatever is handed to him. Scotch no longer sounds intolerable. "Whiskey? On ice?"
He has generally skirted his way through nights out with a tolerable pint, or by struggling through regrettable quantities of Pimm's with Georgie. That really won't be sufficient, here. And he doesn't want to think any more about Georgie.