[Somebody's busy propping up the bar.]

That's bollocks. Wasn't a rock week.

[Hungover.] Sorry. What're you on about?

Shouldn't be red. What the fuck?

I'd be sorry. But I'm not.

We're by far the greatest team...

[Feeling a little delicate after this.]

Think you just dropped this, mate.

[Continuation from here!]

"Can't if you're doing that," Bob replies, soft voice softer still and barely a murmur. He's already doing this with Arthur far closer to home than he should be, but his brain isn't worried about details like that right now. Instead he's focusing in on how the other man's lips that close to his own makes him feel high.

"

Yeah, 'scuse me? Got the time?
[People watching from the driver's seat .]