Another Sunday, indeed. Anthony was feeling a lot better than before. He still had the black eye and limp, and still felt quite ill, but he wasn't about to complain about that. He hadn't properly stretched his legs for quite a bit of time, now, so he had gone on a walk that eventually ended with him entering the closest pub there was.

Anthony got a drink, went to go stand quietly and awkwardly in some corner, and indulged in it. He finished his drink rather quickly, and then emerged from his little corner to get himself a second one. He felt much better about himself now that there was some alcohol in his system.