Coming up behind Wanda, Tony lifted a finger to tap her on the opposite shoulder, before leaning down to steal a conspicuous sip of her drink. He'd started with a martini and was now sticking with aviations, light on the maraschino. And whatever Wanda was drinking looked sweet and peachy and definitely intriguing.

"Oh, no. What is that? Very bachelorette party-worthy. I would absolutely get trashed on those at the wedding of someone I hated but was ... socially obligated to appear at. Actually just, bring that over here again."