@batheroux [ staring blankly at the keys in his hand, imagining terrible scenarios where they both burn up in a car fire. ]
…you got it, matey. come on, then.
[ leading bruce out of the club, AVOIDING the parking lot. they’ll take public transport instead. ]
@batheroux [ snorts. ] not like i’d want to do anything, with you in this sorry state.
[ his face softens, either from exhaustion or sympathy. ] but yeah.. i can spend the night.
@batheroux sshshh. not so loud. don’t need everyone knowing i’m an old fart..
[ half-smirking. can’t help thinking fun drunk bruce is a little cutie. patting his back. ]
here’s hoping. oi, you still need t’eat? i can pop off to batburger on the way.
@batheroux sorry, love. the fun isn’t meant to last forever. then it wouldn’t be fun, it’d just be boring.
lemme take you home and tuck you in bed, y’old geezer.
i do shower frequently, despite what you’ve been told. it’s the coat that causes issue; the thing’s got foul odors from the victorian era trapped in it.