02-11-2022, 05:49 AM
No one he knew went here. It was not that he was hiding-- alright, maybe he was. He still paid the mollyhouse most of his social drinking patronage, but he had found himself drinking alone more than even he deemed wise. For God’s sake, he had drunk enough to rant about his love life to a near-stranger not so long ago! (He had barely been inebriated … while they were still working on the champagne, at least.)
Zechariah had been racing to the bottom of his cup of gin when some boy seemed to, as far as he could tell, be shouting drinks in a way that reminded him of street preachers screaming verses.
Anyone with an education knew some French. The problem was: this was not the most educated pub. Zechariah posed the glass against his lips to look busy, praying someone else intervened. The kid seemed desperate, and he was increasingly getting the impression the only English word this fellow knew was ‘drink’.
Imagine his surprise when 1. someone did come to the Frenchman’s rescue, but 2. it was a man he had decided against getting drunk enough to bed because he had the unfortunate circumstance of being able to knock two brain cells together.
Zechariah finished his glass.
Zechariah had been racing to the bottom of his cup of gin when some boy seemed to, as far as he could tell, be shouting drinks in a way that reminded him of street preachers screaming verses.
Anyone with an education knew some French. The problem was: this was not the most educated pub. Zechariah posed the glass against his lips to look busy, praying someone else intervened. The kid seemed desperate, and he was increasingly getting the impression the only English word this fellow knew was ‘drink’.
Imagine his surprise when 1. someone did come to the Frenchman’s rescue, but 2. it was a man he had decided against getting drunk enough to bed because he had the unfortunate circumstance of being able to knock two brain cells together.
Zechariah finished his glass.
