"The shop girl was the only one off limits. Fred had to get into her knickers anyway, so he's doomed to go to hell. Or something. Wherever one-rule breakers nab off to," George made a vague gesture of disappearance.
"Yeah well, you're going to have to man up and talk to him. The longer you wait, the worse it gets. So screw on some nads - borrow 'em if you have to - and go see dad and mum," George ordered, passing him a shot and then downing his own with a "cheers" gesture.
"Yeah, the clock hasn't changed," George admitted, a bit uneasily. "He's all right, last we heard. But not exactly safe."