Ten of the guests, including Trundle, Andy, and me, form a circle in the living room. We decide to play an adult version of Seven Minutes in Heaven with an empty wine bottle. A drunk Tony insists that Nevin plays, claiming he can run the bar for the time being, although I doubt his motor skills will assist. Other semi-blitzed guests who decide to play the game are Magnum Shott, the two Dixie chicks, a photographer named Norman Lentle, and the model Beverly Cline, on break from continuous months at work in Italy.
All players have drinks in their hands, minus Nevin.
Andy turns the music down and takes lead; no surprise. He stands with his gin (no tonic) over ice, and announces to the group, “The rules are pretty much the same as those we played in high school and college. Since we’re adult
