They're a bunch of shriveled old bellends, is what they are. God, how did it happen? He swears he can remember a time when he wasn't in bed by half ten, and a thrilling Saturday night involved more than watching the National Lottery and trimming grey hairs out of his ears. He can remember when Alvo was still awkward around girls, and Rick was still fun at parties. Thinks he can even remember what it was like to see Quinn smile, if he really strains himself.
"Before we get a taste of your world, we have the matter of tonight at hand." He finishes off his pint, regarding the three of them in turn. "Come on, lads! I've got a whole night free of the girls. We're not going to spend the whole thing pissing on about ... haircuts and damp weather, are we?"
At the very least, he can hold his own at darts. Sort of.
"Alvo, what are your plans while you're here? It's only a day or two, isn't it?
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Date: 2012-03-31 12:38 am (UTC)"Before we get a taste of your world, we have the matter of tonight at hand." He finishes off his pint, regarding the three of them in turn. "Come on, lads! I've got a whole night free of the girls. We're not going to spend the whole thing pissing on about ... haircuts and damp weather, are we?"
At the very least, he can hold his own at darts. Sort of.
"Alvo, what are your plans while you're here? It's only a day or two, isn't it?