“We’ve had a long week. I plan to make a long night of it, and if you two aren’t royally fucked by midnight I will take it upon myself to see that you are fucked, royally or otherwise, by morning. Understand?” Me: “You make it sound a lot like date rape.” Alexander: “Do as I’ve said and it won’t come to that.” James: “You’re both of you going to hell.” Alexander: “Directly.” Me: “Posthaste.”
