Milt blinked himself awake. As he looked up as Russ, his eyes narrowed. “You know,” he began. “It’s late and you’ve been drinking… maybe you’d better stay over.”
Russ had drank four beers over the course of a few hours, so it was definitely not enough to impair him, but still he hesitated. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind…”
Milt gave him his first real smile of the night. “I insist.”