It's what I know

Frank nearly copied the lad but caught himself managing to swallow down his sip before chuckling heartily. [color=#c14700]“Clean up lad. There are ladies present,” [/color]he’d chide gently, head shaking and helping get a rag from the barman to clean off the spittle of sprayed alcohol. Beginning with himself, of course. A grin firmly sat across his fact though, unfazed by the action since the girl was the prettiest thing in the tavern.

Yet it seemed Nate had drunk his fill and the effects were beginning to weigh in. Frank didn’t need his memories to understand what was happening. The paling complexion, the lag in attention.. He’d reached his limit some moments ago, or was being plagued by some past indiscretion, the bard assumed.

Leaning over, Frank would place a hand on his shoulder, [color=#c14700]“C’mon, time for a sit down. You’ve earned it. I’m sure Picken’s here,”[/color] gesturing back to the barman, [color=#c14700]“doesn’t want to have to scoop you off the flagstones.” [/color]

Once getting the lad comfortable, he’d meander around to the lass quietly muttering to her a few half-truths. He’d even spare her a few gold coins since her attention was genuine. Perhaps her doting in the morning, as he suffered, would spark something, who knew?