"Chug it, chug it, chug it," Tess was chanting, albeit very quietly.

"Dammit, Tessa Laine Allen, don’t do that!" Molly said, having snorted beer up her nose. She looked around to see if anyone heard the snort. She wouldn’t care, but Kev might. It was quite disconcerting to be the mayor’s wife sometimes. Especially when you were best friends with a lunatic.

"Molly Jane Magruder Calder don’t you start with that full name stuff. Thank god you got married, you now have such a scold-able name. You used to chug it, hell you could drink a sailor under the table. And, anyway what’s it matter? It’s not like anyone’s watching us, whoever watches us? You’re so good, you’re mint condition, never been out of the box. And me? I may not be new in box, but I’m still in very good condition."

"What? Are you speaking dork again? I assume you’re referencing collectibles, but really babe, it just sounds like you need a thesaurus and the definition of adjective." She stopped, to let that sink in, or to collect her thoughts. She’d had a few beers, she wasn’t sure at this point. "You’re a bookshop owner, I’m a darling, devoted teacher who just happens to be married to the mayor. Who’d want to look at us?"

"Yes, lovey, but really, maybe it’s time people did look at us. I’m not just Grant’s girlfriend or the town good-girl. Remember when people used to talk about me?"

"Well, I remember they said you had a three-some with Sarah and Satan. You never told me if that were true. Is that the kind of talk you’re reminiscing over?"