Ripper Street/H Division Christmas Party

Christmas Eve finds Homer Jackson slumped in his seat in The Bear, a line of empty glasses covering the table top in front of him. All around him, his comrades in arms are in similar states, some already flat out unconscious. At least he knows how to hold his liquor.

At his side, Drake too is still awake. Reid, as well, and Hobbs, across the other side of their table. "Another round," he decides, out loud, making his way unsteadily up onto his feet, the room swaying around him.

The bar isn't far. He thinks he should be able to make it just fine.