He was doing his best to ignore her and the six cream-topped shots. He looked at Revise and then the DVD and then the whiskey and then at Babe, who was uselessly sitting in the corner and having a grand daydream about being Leonidas. But Jack was unaware of that dream. He was, instead, stuck with Buffy. And this time, he wasn't happy about that.

"I didn't ask for your company. I don't want shots, I don't want poker. I want to put those two bottles inside me so that in a few hours, I can vomit them back into the toilet. See? The whole evening is booked."