“Ah, there you are! I thought you’d managed to get lost between the door and the bar. Barmy’s done it before now, haven’t you Barmy?”
Bertie smiled cheerfully at the young man perched beside him who was studying his drink with a look of vague confusion.
“What?” He asked, looking up at Bertie with a slight frown. “Oh, yes. Hundreds of times – Bertie what is this?”
“It’s plum brandy, Barmy. You just ordered it a minute ago.”
“…So I did.” Barmy said, his face lighting up with a smile of remembrance. “Oh jolly good!”
“What?” He asked, looking up at Bertie with a slight frown. “Oh, yes. Hundreds of times – Bertie what is this?”
“It’s plum brandy, Barmy. You just ordered it a minute ago.”
“…So I did.” Barmy said, his face lighting up with a smile of remembrance. “Oh jolly good!”
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