Descry was right about Ghastly. And while the mind-reader's answer sated a lot of Ghastly's concern, it didn't get rid of all of it. It wasn't anything to talk about now, though, not when they all had an opportunity to see Skulduggery drunk. It could wait for when they brought up more serious topics in the morning.

"And you think I've been to any of them any more recently?" Saracen asked with a laugh. "I haven't even been in the country for the last couple of years. Which, now that I think about it, is probably a lot more recent than you, and geographically speaking a lot closer than you, but my point still stands. And don't expect my magic to be of any help. I can't just call on knowledge like that. Would it be inappropriate, and slash or possible, for us to ask the angels to summon a bottomless pit of booze?"

"Oh, for the love of - I know where we can get some," Fletcher interrupted before anyone could answer. "There's a great place just down the street from the Grandeur Hotel. Kind of expensive, but it's really good."

He faltered when he noticed Valkyrie staring at him. "What? I heard it from the concierge there. I haven't actually had any."

"No, it's just..." Valkyrie shook her head. "For a moment there, you actually sounded kind of mature."

"I'm always mature."

She laughed. "Not when we first met you, you weren't."