"Old? Who are you calling old? I'm only forty eight! A spring chicken."

Ted laughed and sipped on his Mule once more, this time a little more slowly because it was powerful stuff. Everyone else seemed to take it fine, even the girls who were tougher than anything by the looks of things. They could drink like men and this surprised Ted.

"More like a dirty old crock. You should meet Hunter. He's a dirty old fox."

Mick grinning and looking to Aarne who knew all about that.