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Long nights in Luigi's are, of course, nothing new. They're the norm. But he hit the bottle harder than even he meant to tonight, harder than he's done since Christmas. It's because of bloody SuperMac, of course. But somewhere along the way, he forgot what he was pissed off about, forgot why he stopped getting so utterly leathered in front of his team over a year ago and stopped caring about what it looked like.

He's not at the point of unconsciousness or anything. So, maybe not as bad as he was at Christmas. But pretty far gone, far enough that he doesn't see the concerned glances exchanged between Ray and Chris and Shaz (he normally knows he's had enough when he sees Ray looking worried) over at their table, and doesn't notice Shaz slip up the stairs to the flat.

'Gimme 'nother, Luigi.'

'Mr. Hunt...'

'Another, Luigi.'

'...si, Mr. Hunt.'

'Luigi! Two bottles of house red an' two Scotchs. An' a pint for me.'

His tone brooks no argument, despite it being only around four in the afternoon. He's quite obviously a man on a mission as he flings himself into his normal corner chair and slaps his fags down on the table.