Setanta Towers, this evening.
Me: What you at?
Davros: Meeting Des.
Me: Nah. Working tomorrow. Gonna take it handy.
Davros: So, a pint?
Me: No. I'll walk into town with you though.
Exit Setanta. Walking along Townsend Street.
Davros: So, we going to Bowes?
Me: No, not going for a pint. Gonna get some food and head home.
Davros: Where are we going for a pint though?
Me: Nowhere. I'm going home.
Davros: For a pint?
Davros: Right. Fair enough. I'll head into town with you. Have to kill an hour before I meet Des anyway.
Me: Grand so. Bowes?
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This is a blatant, poor man's rip-off of Gimme's post but imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and all.