And anyway, it made his head all light and swimmy and soap-bubbly, and almost everything seemed funny, or at least amusing.
Maybe it would lower his mother's expectations. Lucas should get drunk more often, he decided. One good thing about being a sloppy drunk: people didn't really expect you to make much sense. Lucas answered with a grin and sucked down half his ale. Parry was looking at Lucas with eyebrows raised, waiting for him to finish. "God bless good Declan Slade and the-" *and* the purse he brought with him, Lucas almost said, but managed to cut it off in time. He raised his flagon to Parry then waved it vaguely over in the direction of Alex and Slade. Ah, maybe he wasn't so drunk after all he could see much better now. Lucas bobbled a nod, mumbled an agreeable, "Celebration," just saving his spectacles from taking a swim in his ale, and shoved them more firmly up the bridge of his nose.
"After all," Parry went on, pouring from the pitcher slowly, so as to keep the foam to a minimum, "it's a celebration, innit?" "Here, let me top that off for you." Parry's offer came with a grin that wasn't to be trusted, but it also came with more dark ale, so Lucas set his trust issues aside. Anyway, no one else could possibly taste as good as Alex, so Lucas decided making free with it was probably not in his best interests. Not that anyone else besides Alex *would* ask Lucas to lick them. Alex probably wouldn't like it if Lucas went about licking anyone who asked. And B, Lucas probably shouldn't just go about licking people in public places. One, Lucas would have to stand up and make his way across the pub's floor to the billiards table where Alex was currently pantsing young master Declan Slade, and the walking part wasn't exactly a given, considering the standing-up part was in serious question. LICKING ALEX right now, Lucas supposed, while a very good idea, was perhaps not terribly wise.
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