…the morning after. It’s 24 hours earlier and we are not in jail, not dead, not hungover. No present need for penicillin or alibi witnesses. The future need for a shower and a second job to cover the expenses looms.
Hopefully the boy will appreciate the generosity of old guys, and not focus on the weirdness of a bachelor swan song with no friends around to share the experience and tell the tales. Or not tell the tales, under penalty of death, depending on the particular laws of the jurisdiction.
Watch this space for the gory aftermath, if any.