"You can't blame the poor dear," Ernie replied with mock pity. "He's a lightweight, so if we start him too soon, he'll be snoring under the bathroom sink within an hour."
He held back a yawn, not wanting to let his friends see how tired he was after his long week, and grabbed a bottle of wine to open.
"So other than us and Edgar and his girfriend, who else is coming? Anyone fit I can take home and do naughty things to?"