Harry started drinking happily, giving Anthony a moment of peace. Downing that beer so fast had definitely effected him, and he sat there in comfortable inebriation.

Well, at least there was actual peace and quiet here. Anthony took the moment as an opportunity to drink from his own glass as well, and just stared at the wall in his rather new half-drunk state. This would have been so much more enjoyable had he been drinking alone, but he actually didn't mind this as much as he did at first.

It didn't last long. A young woman with long black hair and a rather curvy figure was serving drinks in the back of the room. Harry bumped Anthony's shoulder and nodded in her direction. "Will ye look at the tits on her?"

Anthony was snapped out of that state as his shoulder was bumped. He instinctively glanced towards whoever the guy was nodding at, but quickly looked away as he heard what he actually said. Oh, okay. This was hell yet again. "Um. No."

"What?" Harry was confused. "No, look at her, mate. We should move to the back, so we can order our next from her." He gave his new 'friend' a conspiratorial grin.

Anthony would have much rather been judged by all those folks at the other pub than have to go through whatever the hell this is. "Uh. I'm doing fine...sitting here," he said.

This is a weird one, Harry thought. "Relaaaax," he said. "She won't mind. Ye know what girls who work in pubs are like."

Anthony was feeling so uncomfortable, now. "Uh, no I don't," he deflected swiftly. He was basically trying his hardest right now to not have to go sit elsewhere just because some old man wants to gawk at a woman's tits.

"They provide many services." Harry said with a grin and a wink. Was it true? In Harry's world it was.

Anthony was looking for even the smallest excuse to leave. "Good for them. I don't want any of their 'services'." He awkwardly took another sip from his glass.