Oh dear Merlin. George was well in his cups. She sat down opposite him, thinking that if she drank with him, maybe he wouldn't die of alcohol poisoning.
She lifted her glass in thanks and then drank the Firewhiskey down. Her eyes watered and it burned her throat. "Do you want to split some fish and chips with me?" She asked, hoping he'd agree to eat something. "I'm feeling like fish and chips tonight."