Cooper is Irish. Nancy is an alcoholic. Hey, it works out.

"Yeah, you are," she tells him, and keeps rubbing at his head. She's more than happy to pamper her boyfriend from time to time, and she loves the way he gets all soft and gooey at the touch. It's adorable.

With her other hand, she waves at the fridge, opening it. It's mostly booze, honestly, and while there's no champagne, there is some nice whiskey. Another wave and it's on it's way over, along with two low-ball glasses. Once they both arrive at the table, she manually pours them each a liberal glass.