"He is a renown shithead." He offered up with a half hearted shrug. "Your father was my best friend, Rosie, you know in your heart I would never betray that trust and respect."<br/><br/>God did he hope he was right about that. He pulled another bottle of mead out from under the bar, it wasn't her special brand but still served the same purpose.<br/><br/>"I think we need to just hang out again."