Ah, was Edmund's reluctance for urinating on a holy place so obvious on his face?  He didn't even know why he didn't want to.  Damn God, right?  And damn What Father Brennan would think.  Damn fathers, all of them!

Francis' alternative offer made Edmund's tilt.  Could he be convinced to like the rain?  Perhaps if there was a person to do it, it would be his friend.  After a slow blink, he nodded.

"Sure.  I wouldn't mind that."  The longer he avoided Mable in this state, the better.  "You make - very nice company."

Edmund nursed the rest of his drink at a steady pace.  Not as slow as he probably should have been, but he was already drunk.  What was the worst that could happen at this point?

When the glass was empty, he pushed it away like Francis had and turned to him.  Inexplicably, his smile was still on his face.  "Lead the way."