The man did indeed look much further along than Visscher, heavy lidded and wobbling, piggish nose twitching unhappily. And then he went face first onto the bar.

Visscher watched what liquid was left in his glass, swirling it around carelessly, before offering it to Tuco. Then he rose with one wobbling step and went over to the man. Scanned him. Took out a packet of tea and left it on the bar with a pat.

"Tell him to drink this when he wakes up. It should help with the headache." And then he returned to Tuco's side. "Bartender, I would like a second water, please."