Kevin took another sip of beer number 2 and took his first throw. "Well, guess if you're gonna have a kid, best to get them after they've gone out of nappies. I've got three of 'em meself, all grown up."
Kevin's second throw went wide. "Bollocks!" He had to admit, the evening had turned out a bit of all right. Sean seemed a good enough chap. Maybe Helen was right, he just needed to make the effort.
His third shot scored a measly three. As he was reaching for the beer, he took a peek at his watch. Nearly midnight. "Oh, bloody- Look, I'm sorry mate, but I'd best be getting to bed. Big party tomorrow night, and I've got a lot of work to do in the morning." He looked back at the score. "Besides, looks like you've got me beat anyways. You and Irish Jig out there going to the shindig?"