"Listen to him!" Henry hissed. "Anthony clearly knows what he's talking about, and is clearly not drunk enough-- I mean, he's sober enough to get it."
Some of Anthony's words took a moment to penetrate his booze-addled skull, though. "Yes-- no! I didn't hurt her at all. It was her idea... I think." Henry ran a hand through his hair, feeling the buzz only slightly fading.
"Anyway, like Anthony said-- I slept with her, but she loves you." He rubbed his jaw. "Although if you hit me again, I swear she'll love your face a little less after I'm done." Henry tried to pull himself up taller, but stubbed his toe against a nearby chair.