"They're magic," she slurs. "They don't hurt. And they're pretty." She kisses the tip of his nose.

"No- but I'm close!" She giggles, "they just get hard to walk in." She'd find out later that he'd actually had to carry her most of the way home in the middle of his night out.

Nancy glances over shoulder at the bartender she recognizes and gestures at him. "two more! One for me 'n the marquee- markiss?"