She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything — most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.

Can we screw the 'sorry' part and let me hit you back instead?" Vishous to Butch

Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.

I'll call you," Manny said. "You do that, my man. You frickin' do that." -Manny to V

With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

In the far corner, a tenor began to sing, Zsadist's crystal-clear voice sailing up toward the warrior paintings on the ceiling far, far above them all. At first John didn't know what the song was...although if he'd been asked what his name was, he would have said Santa Claus, or Luther Vandross, or Teddy Roosevelt. Maybe even Joan Collins.