[He doesn't bother gracing Archer with a reply, because he doesn't deserve one. He just shows up roughly twenty minutes later, ordering himself a Boulevardier and asks after Archer.
Once the drink is ready, he finds his way to the table Archer's at, sliding unceremoniously into the seat across from him.]
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Once the drink is ready, he finds his way to the table Archer's at, sliding unceremoniously into the seat across from him.]
You don't look too worse for wear.
[After his walk home. The poor dear.]