“Remind me again not to leave you alone at a bar unless I have a camera.” Adjusting his grip on the scientist over his shoulders, Doyle could just make out his mutterings.
“The earth is NOT flat.” Caesar mumbled drunkenly, irritation palpable as he glared at the ground, daring it to contradict him.
The ground, expectedly, kept its thoughts to itself.
-//-
Doyle left him for five minutes to call an Uber (he didn’t really have anything more than a buzz but Drew would kill him if he tried driving with so much as a drop of alcohol in his system). He expected maybe for Caesar to be fiddling with the coasters and trying to make a sort of card castle.
Not so much a full out brawl.
In Caesar’s defense he didn’t start the fight he just finished it. He may be a relatively easy-going man but he’s also is a scientist. Combine the fact that he’s a lightweight and a smart mouth when he’s drunk, he tends to get himself into trouble.
So when some dumb a** tries arguing with him and getting in his face that the earth is flat. Well...
