Nubie might have perked up a little when Bes mentioned bacon. There were few foods he loved as much as bacon. He blamed the jackal in him for that. Everyone knew that all manners of canines enjoyed bacon.
“Bacon? There’s bacon?” His stomach seemed a little better just thinking about the salty meat. “Oh. Bacon with the vanilla pudding. That would be really great, Uncle Bes. Thanks.” That sounded perfect for easing his hangover. Either that or it would just kill him, which would also end the hangover.
“Bast, there is no way you lost your shirt to Nergal,” he said, thankful that the Advil was starting to take effect. “He would never get naked with anyone that was not Sumerian. He thinks the rest of us have cooties or something.”
The embalmer leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. Yes, the Advil was kicking in and the thought of bacon did not make him want to hurl. But he still felt like crap. He really, really needed to stop going out with his sister.