THE BOYS. Right you are, Blanco. Drinks round. Come along, boys. Blanco’s standing. Right along to the Elder’s. Hurrah! [They rush out, dragging the Elder with them].
BLANCO [to Feemy, offering his hand] Shake, Feemy.
FEEMY. Get along, you blackguard.
BLANCO. It’s come over me again, same as when the kid touched me. Shake, Feemy.
FEEMY. Oh well, here. [They shake hands].