VOLUME NINE: THE CHRISTMAS FOUNTAIN
"MEN ARE WEASELS. AM I right or am I right?"
Mary Alice Reed winced as her cousin Finn lifted her Jack and Coke in a toast, and drained half the glass, seeming to take it for granted that everyone agreed. Mary Alice leaned toward their friend Presley and asked, "How much did she have to drink before you got her here?"
"It's possible she might have downed a half a fifth of Bailey's. She told me she was having Irish coffee. I didn't realize she'd left the actual coffee out of her mug until she'd drunk most of it."
Mary Alice plucked the glass from Finn's hand.
"Heeeeeey."
"Drink some water so we're not scraping you off the floor in the morning." Mary Alice shoved a full glass in Finn's direction. "And why don't you have some more fries to soak up some of the booze?"