Bar flies stick together. Not by choice,
mind you, they just kinda naturally cluster and then between the sliding and slurring accidentally huddle up sometimes. And some
drunks are far more tolerable on the great in-betweens of all those syllables, TAKE NELL FOR EXAMPLE, who is always just a little bit more honest with herself about how shitty she is as long as she has a highball in her hand. I mean, shit, that's how she gets along with @Henry Darling
. You can ignore a lot from happy hour to closing time. Maybe not everything, but a lot, which could at least take the edge off Nell.Not that much off though
, she'd still be super annoyed by him, and laugh at
him--not with him, not at all--and consider him a little gross and distasteful. But only in the evenings. In the daytime, wander too close to her perfectly poised cradling arms and get swept up in whatever passes for charity these days.
I mean, I'd consider it a gut impulse. He looks
like a bum??
You can find much more decent souls than Nell around there (@Mercy Lonsdale
and @Harper Williams
are prime examples) but Nell is the only one who will sink down to your level nightly and I would be supremely fucking remiss not to ask why Henry, Nell, and Rory wouldn't be secret, only-at-the-bar, best friends of some