He could go home to Desdemona; he could see if the floo at Emrys’ home in Bristol was still open; he could stay out and drink with Hudson some more. Art had options, but he liked the way that Hudson smirked at him, and the lift in free other man’s eyebrows.

”Oh, I can take another,” Art said, and raised one hand to summon the bartender. He had to hope that if Hudson was asking, Hudson could, too.