"I'll be the judge of that when you're sober, Maera." Fortunately she squeezed his right hand. The real one. The last thing he wanted was to explain things to a drunk woman. He gave her a pat on the shoulder and helped her settle on the couch.

"Well...I suppose I could go for water as well." He had been drinking too, only not as much as either of them. It would be safer to have all of his wits about him. "Also, what bus line runs nearest to here?"