Going to the office on this particular morning after was . . . interesting. I wasn’t big on interesting under the circumstances. No sooner did Cassie and I hit the lobby than people started making a big point of Not Looking. Oh, they checked us out, all right, but they didn’t want to get caught at it, so they were all Not Looking as hard as they could.

You’d think they’d never seen us before. We were dressed the way we always dressed for work. We didn’t have horns, hooves, or tails. We didn’t even show any visible signs of the night before, which I suppose was what they were all looking for. But the scrutiny was still annoying.

Walt and a few copywriters were just getting off the elevator when we were getting on. The copywriters did their best to act normal, but Walt had never committed a normal act in his life and wasn’t about to start. He grabbed us both and tried to bear-hug us at the same time.

“I love you two,” he said fervently. “I won five hundred bills on you last night. So was it as good for both of you as it was for me?”

Cassie thwacked him in a certain place with her attaché and pulled me into the elevator.

“Keep me posted!” he called as the doors started to close. “I’ve got another two hundred dollars on when you kill each other!”

Things were going to get interesting, all right, starting right about now.