George looked up as the shape moved in front of him, and grinned when he saw the face attached to said shape. "Not even a pair."
He let his chair down onto all four legs, standing to give his friend a swift hug before sitting unsteadily again. Whoa...
"Where the hell you been? Fuck, it's been forever. Oi! Another glass here!" The barmaid gave him an eyerolling look, but delivered a fairly clean glass, and George leaned to splash it full of Ogden's.