Miles managed to just brush over their little spat. Higgs could get pissy quicker than it took to say his name. It was his own damn bloody birthday, and if the bastard was going to be pissed at him like that, he could just fuck off and go home.
But at the impromptu geography and animal lesson, he just snorted. "Yeah, I'm not that fucking stupid. Just when you say you go to Africa, it's a fucking big bloody place."
He refilled the glass, grinning at the birthday cheer. "Thanks," They clinked glasses and he emptied his drink in one gulp. The firewhiskey burned, and he could forget the slight dull ache that was in his slowly healing leg.
"Please tell me you're not going to do anything rash or stupid and go off and marry Ginger, or anything. I don't think I could cope with any more shocks. Waking up after a night on the firevodka to find myself married was bad enough."