#(whereas when danger is there with marc or jake already fronting... it doesnt matter.)

[threegoldfish]

"You are a gentleman, yes! Of course you are --- you look like a gentleman, after all! V-very nice suit, by the way, very... posh, yes! Suits you, the suit. ---Oh, funny, the suit suits you, g-get it? Suit and...suit... hah, English's quite the thing, no...?"

Honestly, Steven's might be more than just a bit tipsy, despite only having had those two sugary drinks. Perhaps the fact of those drinks having been sweet is making things so much worse; He vaguely remembers having read about it in the past, the fact that sugar only causes all the alcohol to reach the brain sooner--- something like that? Anyways... doesn't matter! He can walk, it's just this damn road being so, so...

"---I-if the road wasn't so bloody rude to m-me here, mate! Look, the cobble... cobble-things, stones, uhm--- look how bad they are being, making me trip all the time---" Just as Steven says it, he's off balance again, but manages to hold onto his friend for a second time - to which he turns his head to face Erikson, offering him a slightly lopsided but sincere smile. "Oops, s-sorry --- gosh, you're quite strong, yeah, like, I'm---I'm not exactly light as a feather, heh! E-even though my heart apparently is, was weighed in the afterlife by Taweret, all of that---"

---If only Marc or Jake were to be around at that moment, they would've certainly tried to keep their third in check, definitely. ...Thing is, Steven doesn't even know whether they're around or not, it's all a bit fuzzy and like static up in there...

It takes an additional second then, a moment of hesitation, before Steven realizes that his friend has talked to him - asked him for something. Wallet? Oh! "...Ah, yes, wait, I uh--- I think--- I have it here, yeah, here, i-inside my bag--- can you, uhm, take it for me, mate? Just--- grab it, it should be right there somewhere..."

...There is a wallet in his shoulder bag, yes, and Erikson will definitely be able to find it - thing is, he's carrying 3 wallets. And even though he usually puts the two wallets that are not his own into a separate compartment of said shoulder bag, he must've mixed them up on accident - since the one that's sitting in the main part isn't his own but Marc's instead, complete with his ID, of course.

When work takes you to England, you gotta have one night out with your new pen pal, right? They'd been writing back and forth for a couple of months now, though with how slow mail could be and life delaying having a moment to sit down and write that only resulted in a handful of letters between them meeting and now.

Still, it had been something nice and new to look forward to. Sterling's mental state had taken a bit of a nose dive shortly after he got home from that trip (Thanks Void) and after finally returning to therapy she had encouraged him to write the first letter. Now he was back for a quick work trip and it seemed introducing Steven to the joys of karaoke had been an exciting time, to say the least.

"Just because you can walk doesn't mean I'm not still going to help you do it. I'm a gentleman" Sterling said, surprisingly steady on his feet. Like home, he stuck to a drink minimum. Plus, he was there on business. He couldn't allow himself to get too out of control in case he got called in for something. Control was something Sterling liked to remain hyper aware of. When he let go of it he let go but tonight couldn't be one of those nights.

Good thing. They'd both have been face down on the cobblestones right about now.

"I'm glad I'm back too. And I'm glad I have a familiar face to see when I'm sent back here. Really elevates a work trip to know I get to see a friend." He caught Steven as he cursed the road under them. "Seems you had a great time as well, Oops, there we go. Come on. Give me your wallet. I need your address."

Sure, he'd written to him a bunch but he hadn't exactly committed it to memory just yet.