Is there a greater compliment to a joke than an actual, literal spit-take? No, there is not, and Sunshine leans back in her chair with a triumphant cackle. This is the best brunch ever!

Johnny's question gives her pause. She has done her fair share of substance abuse - high school was a prime time for questionable-to-bad decision making - but it's been a long time since she got drunk to any shameful degree. Her job at the coffeehouse had straightened her out just out of necessity, because rolling out of bed at four in the morning is difficult enough without adding a skull-splitting hangover to the mix.

She has to roll out of bed at four tomorrow. But what time is it now? Ten-something? Plenty of time for her to recover from whatever she does to herself in the next hour or two. Right? Right.

She looks at Johnny over the rim of her glass. "I don't know," she says with sudden gravity, as if she's about to lead them all into battle. "Let's find out." Then she polishes off the last of her bellini, coughs once, and resumes giggling. "I am going to need another one of these," she announces, holding the empty glass aloft.