Joshua’s face was bright red with sweat gathering around his hairline. Beside him sat Joseph, shot of whisky in his hand. The bar was emptier than usual, with only a handful of familiar faces to send greetings to, everyone extending their warmest of welcomes towards Joseph. They each took turns telling him what a great man his brother was, to which he agreed with all of them.
“We should get you a hotel tonight,” Joshua said, pouring back some beer, “one across the street from the bar is pretty good and they generally throw in a woman for a few bucks more. Keep her all night if you want.” He toasted the air, “not too long ago that would have sealed the deal for me.”