"Two pints?" Ben asked, pulling out his wallet.
"Go on, then. We'll get onto the spirits later," I grinned.
After the Crown and Anchor, we breezed through a couple of more upmarket bars, paying twice as much for drinks but at least not having to dodge around beer guts to get to the bar. By the time we arrived at Fernando's, a Spanish bar which I would normally never go into (I was more of a beer-and-sport-on-TV person), which specialised in Spanish and Portuguese wines but also had a decent selection of spirits, I was feeling well lubricated and definitely in the festive spirit.
"What are you in the mood for?" Ben asked as we stood at the bar, eyeing the array of coloured spirit bottles. I also eyed a slim brunette in a low-cut white cocktail dress as she walked past.
"Rum and soda," I
