He looks down at his drink, before swallowing some of it. It burns all the way down, in the best way. Better even than the half bottle of Scotch he's had, and it's not often he thinks that.

'Guppy wanted a fight. So we had a fight.'

He snorts quietly, and touches his fingers to the back of his head. It seems like days ago that the bloke's fists were smashing into it.

'Think he was trying to prove something.'