Tea-totaller toast

Whilst getting stuck into his first pint of many, Rufus reflected that this would be perfect. He still had six months before he started at university and this would tide him over very nicely. He might work here four months and then have two months holiday somewhere far away before he had to buckle down to university life.

If Marcus was going to ply him with endless supplies of beer on top of great pay, well just bloody brilliant!

“Aren’t you drinking, Marcus?” he asked.

But Marcus limited himself to tea, oddly raising his cup to toast the boy’s health.