Oliver was passed out back at the hotel. As every good groom-to-be should be when he wasn't a) getting a lap dance, b) drinking, c) throwing up drunk or d) something else foolish. Miles was thrilled to go along with Ade. The whole 'stag week' was going swimmingly, though now he was thinking for the latter half that they aught to invite more people in.
He paused, though, when Ade started talking foolish. "What? Old?" Miles said, lifting a hand to his face. He turned to look into the reflection of a shop's window. "Whuddya mean?"