Hans smiled, pretending it was Tatiana’s hand on his cheek making him happy. He noticed Ian’s eyelids beginning to droop, the shadows beneath his eyes all the more obvious. “Well, old chap!” he said in a mocking British accent, “It appears you’ve had a bit too much!” The small man nodded, leaning against Anetka, who took his face in her hands.

“My poor Ian…” she crooned, stroking his jaw. He smiled drunkenly, and Hans stood, taking Tati with him.

“Alright girls, it looks like we’ve got to get this one home. I’m sure we’ll be back tomorrow, and we’ll be sure to seek you out.” He finished with a wink, gently helping Ian to stand. “Come on, fella, lets get you to the inn.” He shook his head, laughing. The girls bought it, he’s had so much to drink that night, and they of all people knew the effects of alcohol on a man.

He supported Ian on his right shoulder, and with his left hand blew Tati a kiss, “Goodbye, lovelies!” he said with a small, half-bow. He turned slowly and left the bar, dragging Ian along.