Arthur shrugged. He had no doubt that he would regret it if he owed money to Gordon; his friend did not have the presence of a relaxed loan shark. He was tall, and took his money seriously - although Art was not confident that Gordon had broken fingers, he would not be surprised if he had.

He chugged the last few sips of his beer, finished it with a massive gulp. "Where do you want to go?" Arthur asked. Dezzie wasn't expecting him home early tonight, or she ought not to be - Dezzie did not like many of his friends, but she especially disliked Gordon Gibson, so Art had not really expanded his explanation past very vague plans for the evening.

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