Patrick hissed in air through his teeth as he saw George's black eye. "Ouch," he said, moving to sit on a chair opposite his brother. He was still drunk, though only enough to be a little tipsy. "Maybe a little," he said, miming 'little' with his fingers. "All I had to eat in the last two days was peanuts. Legumes do not soak up alcohol, why do they give them in bowls in the pubs, George? Life's little oddities." Tipsy and chatty.