Rose still drank like a fish. A questioning eyebrow followed her steady partaking, but Basil lifted his glass all the same and followed suit.
"You should be ashamed of me," Basil looked directly at Rose, nodding in all seriousness. If she'd been around, things certainly would have been different; much less gallivanting and some semblance of structure. "I travel, and travel, and drink loads, and then I write something entertaining to pay off my bills," he gestured with his drink hand like there was nothing to it, "and then I do it all again."
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