"I don't have to insinuate anything. You're drunk," Morgan replied. His tone made it obvious that he wasn't pronouncing this like some sort of judgement. If there was ever a night for public drunkenness, it was New Years Eve, wasn't it? As long as Basil could still walk himself back to bed at the end of the night, more power to him. If there was anything to think twice about in this, it was only because Basil wasn't one to overindulge frequently in Morgan's experience — meaning that he must have been in quite a mood earlier in the evening, to have needed this many drinks to get him through.
Morgan gently kicked the side of Basil's shoe again. "Sorry your brother was being —" he waved his hand rather than choosing an adjective; Basil would be able to fill it in mentally better than Nee could verbally. "The rest of the night will be better. Promise."
Morgan gently kicked the side of Basil's shoe again. "Sorry your brother was being —" he waved his hand rather than choosing an adjective; Basil would be able to fill it in mentally better than Nee could verbally. "The rest of the night will be better. Promise."
