Dix: Actually, Harry, I’m going to call it a day as well after this pint.

Harry: How come? I thought you don’t have work tomorrow until the afternoon.

Dix: Yeah, got the morning off, but I've arranged to meet someone later tonight. He's visiting from up north and will be in town for the next few days. It'll be great to finally meet him in person instead of messaging back and forth. By the way, before your imagination runs wild, we’re just going to have a quiet drink. He appears to be a decent guy – at least judging from his messages – you can never tell until meeting someone face to face.

Harry: That’s true. Go for it. I hope he turns out “exactly what it says on the tin” and you guys will enjoy meeting each other. It must be refreshing for you, not hooking up just for sex.

Dix: Is that what you think of me? It’s not always about sex. After all, we’ve a number of things in common, and I feel he’s genuinely looking for a friend rather than simply meaningless sex. Then again, if there’s the right chemistry, I doubt I’ll say no.

Harry: Especially after a few drinks, I bet you won’t be able to resist getting your hands all over him. I suppose there’s only one way to find out. So, what does your hot date look like?

Dix: He’s called Barry; must be in his late 50s or early 60s, and looks slightly reminiscence of Hemingway. Despite his age, he still has a full head of short cropped light-brown hair to go with his thick bushy beard, even though there’s plenty of grey in both. He has a nice covering of fur all over his stocky body, but probably likes his food a little too much.

Harry: He sounds very much like your classic daddy bear. Is he in town for fun or work?

Dix: A bit of both. He said he’s a freelance consultant in product design, now semi-retired after spending his life slaving for a big cooperation. He’s meeting a new client here on Monday, so decided to travel down early and spend the weekend looking around.

Harry: That’s if he’s not butt naked with you in his hotel room all weekend. Maybe he can even give you some tips on the design of your company’s merchandise between sex.

Dix: He did offer.

Harry: What? Sex, or design advice?

Dix: Advice obviously. Apparently, he owns a small allotment and grows his own vegetables, so we’ll be trading planting tips. He’s also a dog lover and has a German shepherd.

Harry: Great. Sounds like a man after your own heart.

Dix: Yeah, but as usual, he lives hundreds of miles away. Why does this keep happening to me?

Harry: What, you don’t fancy a long-distance relationship? At least he lives in the same country and continent. There’s no harm in making a friend in my book, you’ll never know.

Dix: Sounds just like my online dating joke, doesn’t it? We’ll see what happens after we actually spend some time in each other’s company instead of texting back and forth.

Harry: I’m sure you’ll tell me all about it in due course.

Butch: Tell you what? Here is your beer, gentlemen. This new barman, Trevor, is definitely a keeper. He can serve drinks like he’s on speed, quite a change from Big Andy, who usually loves to take his time and even have a little chat between pouring pints.

Dix: Who said men can’t multitask? I hope you tipped him well. By the way, did he say anything about Harry? I’m sure I caught him staring in our direction periodically. I think he's been checking Harry out.

Harry: Really? I haven’t noticed.

Butch: No, not really. Are you sure it’s Harry, and not me, he’s looking at?

Harry: Well, not everyone is into muscle bears. Maybe he prefers the more cuddly option. I think I should go to the bar again, say for a package of peanuts, and let him have a better look.

Dix: That’s so lame. Aren’t you taken already?

Harry: So what? I know I’m already off the market, but what’s the harm in receiving compliments, especially from other sexy men? He could be just staring into blank space for all you know. In fact, Ian actually is worse than I am! He has always been a big flirt.

Butch: Tell me about it! I don’t know how you put up with your husband, don’t you feel remotely jealous sometimes?

Harry: Of course, not! He’s just an extrovert, and it’s one of the things I love about him.

Dix: That’s so sickeningly sweet, any more and I’ll develop diabetes. Anyway, my beer is not going to drink itself. Salut i força al canut!

Harry: Thanks for the beer, Butch. Salut i força al canut!

Butch: Nice to see you guys as usual. Salut i força al canut!

Dix: Since you mentioned Big Andy, do either of you know what he’s been doing since he left the Crown & Anchor?

Harry: I'm not totally sure, so don’t quote me on it. According to rumours, he has won the lottery, or came into some money, and moved to the south coast for an early retirement.

Butch: I think I’ve heard something of the sort, too. He’s definitely living down the coast now. Good for him.

Dix: OK, I've no idea. It’s a shame I missed his farewell party and I didn’t have a chance to see him before he left. He has always been kind to me since I started drinking here.

Butch: That’s Big Andy for you, he’s like a big warm teddy bear and everyone likes him.

Harry: Yeah, Big Andy has indeed left big shoes to fill.

Dix: Literally, but looks like Trevor will do just fine. Of course, it’s early days and time will tell.

Butch: So, Harry, what’s Dix going to tell you? Is it a secret? Don’t tell me, is he madly in love with me, and wants me to fuck him senseless?

Dix: You wish, I’d rather die first!

Butch: I’m sure it can be arranged. I’m into many things, but necrophilia is not one of them.

Dix: It’s no secret. I was just telling Harry I’m going to meet this guy later tonight. We’ve been chatting online for a while now, and he happens to be in town this weekend.

Butch: What? Do you mean we’re not good enough for you, then? That really hurt!

Dix: I’m only being nice since he doesn’t know anyone in town. And no, it’s not a sex date, we’re meeting for a civilised conversation.

Butch: So, Harry and I are not civilised enough for you now? You’re going to make me cry!

Dix: Stop it! You know that’s not what I mean.

Harry: Ignore him. He’s just trying to wind you up.

Butch: Honestly, I’m sure your mysterious tourist will thoroughly enjoy your company. What time are you meeting him? Hopefully, you’ll have time to shower and make yourself presentable.

Dix: There should be plenty of time, Barry suggests meeting about 9-ish. I’ll grab a quick bite on my way home to change. He’s staying at a posh hotel, so I better look the part.

Butch: Oh yeah? Do make sure you take one of those little fancy hotel soap as a souvenir. It won’t hurt to put on a tight-fitting pair of trousers and clean underwear. You might get lucky.

Dix: I doubt I’ll see his hotel room. I reckon we’ll probably spend the whole evening discussing the finer points of protecting plants from winter frost. You see, he’s into gardening and grows his own vegetables in an allotment.

Butch: So he has green fingers, too? Have you seen any pics of his big aubergine, or furry peach yet? I can just picture you guys getting all sweaty and muddy shagging in his allotment.

Harry: That’s quite enough, Butch! Leave the poor lad alone. From what Dix said, this Barry guy sounds like a decent man and not a complete sex addict like you.

Butch: Me? The poster boy for innocence and chastity?

Dix: That’ll be the day! The poster boy for a sleazy sex club is more like it?

Butch: Seriously? I’ll be honoured if I’m ever asked. I’m actually a very private person, you know.

Harry: That’s rich coming from you! I know you’ve no problem posting pics of you in some seriously compromising positions under your many gay profiles.

Butch: What you call compromising, I call artistic. My fans can’t get enough of them.

Harry: I know art, and you’re really pushing the limit of the word. What really bugs me these days about the gay apps, are those guys with completely blank profiles who start a chat by sending me pics of their limp cock or dirty asshole spread open wide without even a “hi” or “how are you”. If that’s their best quality, what does it say about the rest of them?

Butch: I get plenty of those as well. I just block them. Some days, it seems all I do is blocking people whenever I’m online. Can you imagine a meeting a stranger in a bar and the first thing he does is drop his pants and shows you his little wedding tackle?

Dix: No, thank you! It’s a crazy world we live in. But, it obviously works for some horny guys who don’t care who they are sexting, otherwise no-one will do it any more.

Harry: Maybe, but leave me out of it. I often found there’s no point being polite and replying, they took any response as a sign of interest in having sex, so instant delete! I even clearly state in my profile no face pic, no chat, but some people just don’t bother reading these days.

Butch: And there are the ones who bombard you with tonnes of messages saying how desperately they wanted to meet up – when you eventually agreed to – he immediately made excuses.

Dix: Talking about time wasters, the “no show” type has to be the absolute worst.

Harry: Not compared to the “catfish”. It’s just impossible to tell if their pics are actually the person one’s chatting to. I thought these apps meant to make dating easier, not harder.

Dix: When it comes to bad meets, it’s hard to top getting robbed or beaten up, unless the hot date turns out to be a serial killer! And all for the promise of a quick hand job or blow job.

Harry: Don’t forget those “soldiers posted overseas” scams. Just who will fall for their schemes?

Butch: You’ll be surprised. There are plenty of lonely and gullible people out there, and it’s not exclusively to gay men. Apparently, happens to many middle age women seeking romance and end up with empty bank accounts.

Dix: Thank my lucky star, I haven’t encountered many of these unsavoury characters, apart from being stood up a couple of times. Fingers crossed Barry tonight is none of the above.

Harry: Not to worry, just enjoy yourself tonight.

Butch: That’s right. You know, he could be thinking you are a homicidal murderer in disguise right this minute, too. You could look very menacing when holding a garden trowel.

Dix: Me, menacing, and a murder? Not a chance! Good job, I never “work” without my trusty gardening gloves, so I won’t be leaving any incriminating evidence behind.

Butch: Oh, gloves? How kinky! You’ll never know, he could be turned on by tatty old work gloves.

Harry: Not everyone is like you. Actually, don’t you own a pair of black leather gloves to go with your enormous leather gear collection, Butch?

Butch: Of course. In fact, I have two, but I also own a pair of bright yellow thick rubber washing up gloves if that's more your kink.

Dix: When did gloves become a fetish thing? It’s beyond me. Anyway, I’m bursting here, so it’s my turn to go for a slash. Back in a minute.

•••••

Butch: Since we’re talking about gloves, did I tell you one time at a club, a guy pulls a latex surgical glove over his head, inflating it through his nose, and eventually bursting it to a big round of applause? Actually, was it a glove or a condom? I can no longer remember.

Harry: Probably a condom, who would bring latex gloves to a club? I think I’ve seen a similar viral video before. You should give it a go and see how many likes you will get.

Butch: Definitely more if I do it with my top off, but finding one that will stretch over my big head will be the real challenge.

Harry: What would people dream of next to attract attention? Remember the time Big Andy destroyed a pair of those virtually indestructible yellow rubber gloves without even trying?

Butch: No, it doesn't ring a bell. Did he blow into the glove and burst it like a balloon? Just the sort of thing he would do for a laugh.

Harry: Not this time. He simply tried to put them on and the gloves just popped and fell apart into shreds like the shirts worn by the Hulk. They must have been too small for his fat fingers. I think it happened after a garden party we had a couple of years ago, surely you were there.

Butch: Most likely. As you know, I never turn down a free meal. I remember Big Andy was at a few of them, but I don’t recall him turning green and ripping off his clothes. Now, that would be one incredible party trick, impossible to forget.

Harry: I think he showed up in a wife beater vest and shorts that time. Either his vest is a size too small or he has grown bigger since he bought it, it was stretched across his big man boobs and belly, certainly turning a few heads all afternoon.

Butch: Now you mentioned it, I was definitely there. That worn cotton vest barely covered those prominent bullet-like nipples, must be the result of a lifetime of rubbing and rough play.

Harry: Won’t surprise me. It’s funny how some tiny details got etched into your mind.

Butch: There’s nothing tiny about his nipples or his chest. It’s possible I left early after the party and missed Big Andy doing the Hulk impression.

Harry: Come to think of it, Andy was giving us a hand with the tidying up, so it must happen after the party and most guys had left by then.

Butch: Don't I normally stayed behind and helped with the clear up? I must have a good excuse for leaving you guys with the dishes and mess.

Harry: If you ask me, it was most probably a hot booty call you couldn’t say no to.

Butch: Well, that’s a good reason as any.

Harry: Just between you and me, I don’t think I’ve ever told you what happened afterwards.

Butch: Oh, yeah? What else did I miss?

Harry: Would you believe it? I was out on the patio collecting the last few bits of rubbish and when I walked backed into the kitchen, Ian had his cock out and Andy was giving it a damn good polishing.

Butch: No way! That’s going a bit far when it comes to cleaning up, isn’t it? It’s one hell of a way to thank the hosts. You didn’t freak out and end up in an unpleasant domestic, did you?

Harry: Well, for a split second, I was taken aback by the shock of seeing Big Andy on his knees with Ian’s cock in his mouth. Surprisingly, I wasn’t angry in the slightest. After all, it’s only a blowjob, not a marriage proposal. On top of it, my inhibition was practically non-existent after drinking all afternoon, so I put everything down and joined them.

Butch: You dog! Now I wish I’ve stayed, it must be like some scene taken directly from porn.

Harry: I don’t think anyone would like to watch us big guys going at it, but we were in the moment and couldn’t care less. After helping Andy out of his tight vest and shorts, it was my turn to be serviced. He duly switched between sucking my cock and Ian’s, even tried putting both in his mouth, but the geometry was all wrong with chunky guys like us.

Butch: I bet Big Andy was in bear cock heaven.

Harry: He’s got his mouth full and certainly wasn’t complaining. After a while, we left the kitchen and all three of us were naked on the sofa, negotiating different configurations. Eventually, we settled on Big Andy being split roasted between Ian and me. We took turns at each end while Andy feverishly played with his nipples and cock.

Butch: Sounds like it wasn’t your first ménage à trois.

Harry: Of course not. After giving Andy some hard pounding and watching him feeding on Ian’s hard cock, I couldn’t hold back any longer and shot my load deep inside his hot wet hole. He took it all and even manoeuvred himself to suck out the remaining drops. The taste of cum must have caused Big Andy’s chubby leaky hard cock to throb, and at the sight of it, Ian couldn’t resist but mount and ride it like an experienced cowboy.

Butch: Cowboy? Ian’s definitely more a “cow-bear”! If you give Andy’s sensitive nipples a good hard pinch and squeeze, it’ll probably make him cum uncontrollably inside your husband.

Harry: That’s exactly what happened. How do you know? Was it a good guess or experience talk?

Butch: Won’t you want to know? Why don’t you finish your story first? And I’ll tell you mine.

Harry: Deal. Just as you said, I kept twisting and working Andy’s nipples, until his breathing got quicker and louder to the point I seriously thought he's going to have a heart attack! Who would have guessed, with simply a few nibbles on his swollen nipples, and Shazam! Andy completely lost it and breed Ian's hungry hole with his penned up bear juice repeatedly.

Butch: Surely, Ian was loving every second of it.

Harry: You bet! And right on cue, Ian furiously pulled his foreskin back a few more times, and it was finally his turn to unload. Ian's thick cum landed all over Big Andy's furry chest and belly, and even got as far as Andy’s long, frizzy beard. Without thinking, Andy scooped some up from his chest and tasted it like it was cake frosting, while Ian caught his breath.

Butch: Amazing! You should have filmed it next time. Loads of horny voyeurs will pay good money to watch you guys in action.

Harry: Spare me. It was noisy and messy. After all that impromptu aerobic exercise, the three of us collapsed on the sofa in a sticky mess for a long time to recuperate our strength. It was dark when Andy eventually cleaned himself up and left us. Ian and I just lazed in front of the TV for the rest of the evening and took care of the rest of the dishes the day after.

Butch: Well, the dishes weren’t going anywhere.

Harry: I can’t believe I’ve just told you this. It must be the alcohol. Anyway, here ends my Big Andy story. It’s unexpected and a lot of fun, but probably nothing special to you.

Butch: I’m no stranger to threesomes, but it’s never been my favourite thing, as you know. I found most of the time one guy always gets left out. One on one is my usual preference.

Harry: Yeah, I know. So, it’s your turn to spill the beans about Big Andy and his wired nipples.

Butch: OK. It’s hardly surprising Big Andy loves nipple play like most guys, and just look at those big perky rubber tips of his, he must have spent decades working on them. And yes, Sherlock, we did fool around once like you suspected.

Harry: Only the once? You have kept that quiet! Now, it would be a surprise if you guys have never hooked up before. After all, Big Andy is very much your chubby bear type.

Butch: He definitely is. Obviously, we see each other all the time here, and have a quick chat across the bar when convenient, but little else beyond that.

Harry: Sure. I found it’s nearly impossible to chat properly over the bar, too. So, what happened?

Butch: One Saturday a few years ago, I ran into Big Andy in the Basement, that dingy adult store a couple of blocks away from here. Do you know the one? As I was about to pay for a bottle of lube, I saw him checking out something massive and black in the dildo section. Instead of dying from sheer embarrassment, he came up to me and said hi, completely oblivious to the fact he’s still holding a huge silicone penis that would make my sizable cock look tiny.

Harry: What a small world! I can just picture Andy doing that with a big smile on his face and a large dildo in his hand. Thankfully, I haven’t run into anyone I know there before.

Butch: It’s awkward meeting people in sex stores at the best of times, let alone when he’s holding a foot long monster arse-breaker. But Andy didn’t seem to care, and carried on chatting, while I paid for the lube. As I walked out of the store, I saw him leaving empty-handed, and couldn’t help myself offering to buy him a coffee since I had no plans that afternoon.

Harry: That’s nice of you, but I hardly called that empty-handed. He has his big paws all over you!

Butch: Ha ha ha! I’m not that easy. Although I can guarantee to him a better time than any dildos!

Harry: I’m sure you can. You have more than enough practice.

Butch: Anyway, it was great getting to know him better, rather than just the barman who serve me beer. Over coffee, I found out he’s also a huge sci-fi fan just like me, and has accumulated a number of rare memorabilia through the years.

Harry: Don’t tell me, you invited yourself back to his place to check out his “private” collection.

Butch: In my defence, it’s his idea, so who am I to say no. I followed him back to his flat and soon after the front door was shut, he gave me a big kiss. He was so horny, he practically ripped my clothes off on our way to his bedroom, before swiftly stripping off himself. We flopped on his giant size bed, and started exploring each other’s naked bodies. It’s actually rather refreshing not knowing exactly what the other is into sexually beforehand.

Harry: I know what you mean. If I get a pound every time some random guy online asking me what I’m into in minute gory details, I'll be a rich man. I think it is part of the fun finding out what makes the other person tick without any preconceptions.

Butch: Tell me about it. Since you’ve played with Big Andy before, you could probably work out the rest. Well, after I fucked his big hairy arse royally in various positions, he asked if I’d feed him my cum, so naturally I laid back and let him go to work. Needless to say, his oral skill was absolutely first class, and in no time, he got his creamy reward. But Andy didn’t stop there, he carried on sucking and started roughly rubbing those pointy nipples of his, without paying any attention to his twitching thick bear cock. I guess the taste of cum and heavy nipple play must have tipped him over the threshold, and ropes of thick cum spurted out of his big shiny mushroom head hands-free like a geyser all over his bushy curly pubes.

Harry: Impressive! Having his prostate worked over and over by your big cock must help too.

Butch: That's right, satisfaction guaranteed every time. Before I left, he did show me a number of his treasured items he has collected after I had a quick wash and got dressed.

Harry: I thought you’ve seen and played with his family jewels already.

Butch: Ha ha ha! That’s true, those too!

Dix: What are you two snickering about? You sounded like a couple of school boys flicking through a porn mag behind the bike shed.

Butch: Never you mind. We were just swapping stories. Is it my imagination, or you have gone a long time? Were you hanging around the glory hole waiting for a willing volunteer?

Dix: What glory hole? You know full well there are no glory holes here and even if there is, I’ve no need for it. If you really have to know, guess who came into the gents when I was about to squeeze out the last few drops? Trevor!

Harry: Lucky you! I hope you didn’t stand there massaging your cock while watching him piss.

Dix: Come on, I’m not that much of a pervert. I swiftly zipped up as usual and proceeded to wash my hands. Trevor walked up to the sinks after finishing his business and smiled at me. I smiled back and we chatted a little. He was really friendly, he even took my business card which he slipped in his wallet, and thanked me appreciably.

Butch: You’re in there! So, was that your gardening, or the rent boy one you gave him?

Dix: Just why am I telling you anything, all I get back is abuse? Do you seriously think I qualify as a rent boy? I doubt many people will pay me for sex.

Butch: Why not? There’s an endless supply of desperate men, and some with very low standards!

Harry: Don’t you listen to him, Dix. You know he loves winding you up.

Dix: Oh, I know! I suppose there’s anything wrong with getting paid for sex if it’s consensual, after all, it’s the oldest profession known to man. It’s even easier nowadays, making a bit of money on the side using these online pay to view channels.

Butch: Yeah, everybody is doing it. Don’t get me wrong, if someone wants to make a living or extra cash using their body, that’s up to them. After all, aren’t we all basically prostitutes in one way or another in this capitalist society?

Harry: When did you become so philosophical? I know even a number of bears are doing little homemade “show and tease” videos from their bedrooms to subsidise their beer tokens. I bet porn stars and the popular ones with hundreds of followers can make serious money.

Dix: Did you watch the documentary on TV about it recently? It focused on students paying their way through university by posting explicit content online. What started off as a little bit of fun, quickly took over. I think one of them even dropped out of studying altogether and went into porn full time.

Butch: A couple of my fuck buddies have suggested I should post a few muscle flexing clips online and see if I’ll find any generous “sponsors”. Honestly, it is hard work constantly trying to keep all those fickle subscribers entertained. There’s always someone new who’s fitter, sexier, or willing to go further. It’s bad enough in my IT field, users are forever after new features, upgrades, and happy to change allegiance to the competitors at a heartbeat.

Dix: That’s similar in the music industry, too. Just how many musicians have the staying power that span decades? At least plants hardly change, and new ones are hard to come by. It’s only people’s tastes or market trends that change quickly.

Harry: And you forget there are more choices now than ever before. Oh well, don’t we sound like a bunch of whinging dinosaurs!

Butch: Just older and wiser, that’s all.

Dix: Speak for yourself, I’m not that old. At least not yet!

Harry: Maybe not, but you sure like someone much older in bed.

Dix: You have a point.

Butch: Talking about that, shouldn’t you sip up and get yourself tarted up for your sugar daddy bear?

Dix: Barry is no sugar daddy. For your information, I’m not after one either, but you’re right, I should get going soon. I hate being late, it doesn’t leave a good first impression.

Harry: I’m sure you guys will get on famously.

Butch: And we would love to hear all about of your raunchy rendezvous next time we meet.

Dix: I doubt there will be anything saucy to tell. Knowing you, I bet you already have back to back horny meets lined up for the weekend, plus a few in the waiting list just in case.

Butch: How dare you make me sound like a cheap prostitute! It’s quality, not quantity, that counts. I might meet one or two of my fuck buddies this weekend, but nothing set in stone. I think I’ll probably have a lie in tomorrow for a change and hit the gym as usual. On Sunday, I hope to take my bike to the woods and do some off-road riding, or a trip to the cinema if it is wet, that’s unless I’m preoccupied with some adult recreational time.

Harry: Sounds good. Just don't end up watching porn and wanking yourself stupid all weekend.

Butch: Do I ever? Life’s too short for beating my big sausage alone. I rather save myself for some good old fashioned deep anal probing with one of my hefty fuck buddies.

Dix: Oh, while on the subject of anal probes, are you off to see this new alien invasion film?

Butch: Definitely. I love alien bashing movies, and apparently there’s a clever twist in the end.

Harry: Really? Do let me know what you think, but please no spoilers? Maybe, Ian and I will go to see it on our next date night. Big effect movies just don’t look the same on the small screen.

Butch: No problem. How about you two lovebirds, anything interesting planned?

Harry: Ian has more rehearsals on Sunday, but no matter, since I’ll be working anyway. We do have tickets for a Renaissance sculpture exhibition tomorrow, and probably spend the rest of the day doing things around the house.

Butch: How domestic of you! I hope the exhibition is worth the time and money.

Dix: Will there be statues of naked men on show?

Harry: Of course, it's the Renaissance, so probably loads. Obviously, that’s not the reason why we are going to see it.

Butch: It’s so funny watching people try their best not stare too hard at all the cocks and balls on display, or sneak a long peek when they thought no-one was looking.

Harry: I know, but it’s impossible not to when the statues’ crotches are directly at eye level.

Butch: Someone at the gallery definitely has a sense of humour. Just make sure you don’t let any long, pointy phalluses poke your eyes out.

Harry: Slim chance of that. As a rule of thumb, penises in the Renaissance art are always soft and tiny. If you rather see big hard cocks, you’re better off going to a Tom of Finland exhibition.

Dix: I’d definitely go to see that if there’s one on. Big Tom of Finland fan here.

Butch: Aren’t we all.

Harry: I've been to one before. Well worth it if you’ve only seen them in books or online.

Dix: Hopefully one day. Right, and on that note, I better go. Thanks for the beer and see you guys soon.

Harry: Nice to see you too, Dix. Do let me know when you’re free, and we’ll try to get together again.

Butch: Yeah. Always a pleasure catching up with you. Don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.

Dix: Yes, dad! Till next time. Bye.

Harry: So, Butch, are you hungry? Fancy a bowl of pasta or pizza?

Butch: Definitely. You know me, always hungry.

Harry: Let’s go then. Would you like to come back for a night cap after food? Ian won’t be back until late, unfortunately.

Butch: Why not? I have a free evening. Someone has to help you drink up those expensive single malts.

Harry: You’ll be lucky.