[Another point for BrockSamAlec: the only way to be clandestine in the middle of a mess is to be just as messy, no messier, no neater. She grins at him and shrugs, like, well, it's close to being BrockSam anyway.]

Here's the caveat about a victory drink, Alec. I love victory. And I love drinks. And generally I have nothing very strongly against boys who look like their name is Brock or Sam or Alec or something who get me a target with a hole through the middle.

But if you buy me a victory drink, what you're actually going to be buying are two very expensive victory drinks. Get it?