Cash was relieved that Ford hadn't asked about breasts. He took a long draw of liquor and grabbed the bottle, topping up both of their glasses. This was rapidly shaping up to be a night that would be helped along by liquor, and not just because Ford only seemed to be honest with Cash when he was drunk.

"What happened in the coat room?" Cash asked, blunt. They weren't in the pub this time — maybe Ford would actually tell him.