The Curative Properties of Ale.
It had taken Nicholas a good five minutes to get Graeme blinking again, after the poor fellow keeled over like that. He hadn't even managed to finish with the buttons on his shirt.
But a few hearty slaps to the face soon had him--unsteadily--on his feet, whereupon Nicholas had threaded their arms together, and guided them through the crush of still-roaring spectators, up four and a half rickety staircases, and out onto the cool cobblestones of Heretic's Road.
"Believe I owe you a drink, mate," he'd smiled, doing his best to steer Graeme around the brazen posts of the gas lamps.
Which is why he's currently half-slouched across a sticky table from Graeme, in a reasonably-priced pub, waiting for the barmaid to bring their beers.
But a few hearty slaps to the face soon had him--unsteadily--on his feet, whereupon Nicholas had threaded their arms together, and guided them through the crush of still-roaring spectators, up four and a half rickety staircases, and out onto the cool cobblestones of Heretic's Road.
"Believe I owe you a drink, mate," he'd smiled, doing his best to steer Graeme around the brazen posts of the gas lamps.
Which is why he's currently half-slouched across a sticky table from Graeme, in a reasonably-priced pub, waiting for the barmaid to bring their beers.