Hughie nodded and turned his attention to Gibsie. “Let’s go, Rocky Balboa,” he said brightly. “Before you get us all thrown in the barrack for the night.” “He asked for it,” Gibsie slurred. “Piece of shit.” “I know, lad,” Hughie coaxed. “Come on.” Wrapping his body around Gibsie’s, he forcefully walked him backwards out of the bar.
