Harrison rarely drank to the point of arguing with people he randomly met at bars, anymore. He was perfectly capable of doing so when sober, but it was also the holidays. Kind of a downer for him most years. He was just a tad over his usual limit for drinks, and knew that he was in for a wait if he called for a ride this time of year. "He was the best Beatle because he's the one I was named after." He said over the man. "My mom was...I guess you could say she was a 'stan' of his or whatever the kids say these days." He added, borrowing a phrase he had only learned from his step-kids. "It had nothing to do with his songs. And just because you're from their homeland, doesn't mean I'm going to change my mind." The older man insisted, with a tinge of jest in his tone.
"Oh, that's bloody brilliant! What a legend!" Archie immediately raised his glass to clink. "I was named after my stuffy old uncle Archibald, who was named after his stuffy old uncle Archibald." He took a sip, the grin ever-present. "Mind you, I will not carry on that tradition, as I refuse to be stuffy, but nonetheless. His songs were of excellent caliber and he's got a strong name. That's an honor." He mocked disbelief, the laughter staying in his eyes. "Don't bring my crown and country into this! I could be a tried-n-true American and I'd say the same thing!"
