He was always complaining of aches and pains so that she would coddle him.

At the end of six months he was still convalescing.
Now, whenever he went to watch others working, he was always ready to join his comrades in downing a shot.

It wasn't so bad, after all.
They had their fun, and they never stayed more than five minutes.

That couldn't hurt anybody.

Only a hypocrite would say he went in because he wanted a drink.