"Let's do it," says Alex, holding out her hand to him and wiggling her fingers. She's been threatening to get her knuckles tattooed lately, mostly just to see how pissed off she can make Danny. "Do you want the champagne, or would you prefer beer?" She grins. "We cater to all tastes, and I'm the one in charge, so..."

She's practialy married (as married as girls like her get to boys like Daniel Arlington, says that little voice in the back of her head) and Eddie is a friend, she thinks, but, still. It feels kind of good to feel free enough to flirt a little.