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A chair. This woman was his knight in shining armour. Even if it was slightly more plastic a chair than he’d like. Every chair in the place seemed to have at least one person - or pretty often, a couple - sitting in it at this stage of the evening. “Thank you, Madam.” He sat down rather heavily in the chair, but it didn’t protest at the weight so that was fine. “Bit too much - make that, probably a lot too much, but I’ve not been out in ages so I’m making the most of it.”
Well one had to deal with what one had to deal with right? Rory was sure this place didn’t have the funds to get nice plush chairs, but she’d made a decent night of these. “You’re welcome,” she said offering a smile before making a cup of black tea, putting a bit of lemon into it before setting it down next to him. “You’re not the first to drink too much this evening, that should help sober you up a bit, lemon helps clear the head when under the influence.”









