The way they sit at tables is pretty set. Everyone knows what is going to happen at the start of the night, everyone knows what will happen at the end. Except there was a gap now, wasn't there? Where Georgia used to be. North ignores it, not thinking too hard about how there should be someone on the stool next to him going on, at length, about something meaningless. But within five minutes of silence he can't do it anymore. Takes his glass of terrible whiskey and moves to sit by the new member of their team.

"I warn you, you're going to see something here," North says with a smile as he sits. "We've got an interesting variety of drunks here."