Maybe both," she replied."Wasn't she seeing Jack awhile ago?" Yeah, but she broke up with him." Well, maybe we should call him over." No way... She ha...es Jack." She wouldn't after she sees him... and what would you rather have, she falling in love with Jack or some stranger?" Jack's not the answer." Then I suggest you blindfold her." That's not a bad idea," she replied."Why haven't you changed?" The nuts I ate... they slowed down the process." Lucky you... So, what's going to happen to you?". Wataru realized his face must be beet-red by now. He found the surroundings as tastefully understated as their inhabitant."The station which provides my funding is currently ranked 43rd in the nation." He continued. "Well, this year is the first time they've had a chance to 'waltz' you might say with any big name sponsors'. So they are understandable anxious to keep them happy!" Be that as it may." Katsuhito patiently observed. "I fail to understand, what 'a tire company'" He mildly grimaced at. Blobs of colored fire began wafting up from all of the candles, hovering in the air before turning into liquid and popping like bubbles.“Can I have another martini?” Adrian asked, even though the first one tasted like bug spray.“I’ll try.”Adrian watched as she went through the process of making the martini, putting all of the ingredients together in the mixer and then shaking it vigorously. But when she poured it into his repaired glass, it came out as orange juice.“Sorry, it looks like luck. I was their hero, and by golly they loved the hell out of me. So we compromised. They would call me dickwad in public and stuff like that, but with a certain air of fondness. They would not call me needle-dick and they would try to repair certain impressions that they'd given of me along that line.They would no longer bad mouth me. After all, the whole school would probably eventually know that I'd saved their lives and stuff, so how could they treat me like shit?Fair enough.They did say that.