A cocktail is a nice little thing, a luxury. It’s not going to change the world.” Jackson spoke up from the floor. “I don’t want to live in a world without nice little things. Do you?” “Damn it, Mel, with the world we’re living in?” Daniel shifted in his armchair so his legs were thrown over one arm and he could gaze fondly in Mel’s direction. “Some of us could really use a fucking drink.”
Amen
