The waiter stated, hoping to clarify the former point.
Look mate, I don’t care what’s printed on ‘em, I told ya, it’s too early for that. But I’ll have another brandy – but best make it a triple.
Noticing the point had again been missed, the waiter winced a practised smile.
Yeah, I’ll have another one too.
A triple as well, sir?
No, no. Just the double for me, cheers.
Trevor sensibly refrained.
Can I get you anything else, gentlemen?
Sandy shook his head and instantly took a large sip from his new glass. The waiter left and the pair returned to silence, staring back toward the city lights.
Try and have a good night, mate, it’s been too long since we caught up, think on the positives, at least you’re back home, playing the city again.
Trevor was the first to break the pleasant silence, but as humble and well intended he thought his comment was, he provoked the cantankerous reproach of the brooding old bear once more.