Wesley looked at them. "Alright, you're in charge, drunk. But no fighting. Just.. sit on him or something. If he is too much trouble, I'll just handcuff him to the cell so he can't reach you."

"Go to hell! Both of you!" said Noah, and he kicked against the bars, pulled a face, and then tried to hide the fact that he was hurting.

Anthony was so proud of himself. "I'm in charge now, and because I'm in charge I can tell you to stop being a moron and also to go fuck yourself." He stood and crossed his arms, trying to seem as intimidating as possible. It mostly just made him look silly.

Wesley sighed and walked over with his hands over his hips as he looked at them both. "Alright, enough. Both of you shut up. I'll bring you something to eat soon if you can behave. Otherwise you can go hungry until morning."

Noah wanted to tell the constable to fuck off again, but he was hungry. He sat on the bed and folded his arms.

Wait, he was going to get food? That changed everything. "Okay." As quickly as ever, Anthony suddenly got very quiet and sat down, and looked at the constable expectantly.

Wesley looked delighted as he looked at the two. "Just like dogs. You'll behave for a meal. Alright, I'm going to grab you both dinner, but don't make a mess of it." He turned and left them alone to grab food.

As soon as the man was gone, Noah stopped shutting up. "What, you stabbed someone, or som't?"

Even as the constable left, Anthony remained very calm and docile. He didn't look at Noah as he spoke, instead just looking at where Wesley had been before and waited for him to come back. "I shouted at a priest."

Noah snorted.