"Let me get copious amounts of alcohol in me first and then I'll let you know. In fact, I'm not sure I'm drunk enough to even be having this conversation." He was downing his whiskey sour very quickly.

"Ouch. That bad, huh? Well, my chickadees, I am banning hang-dog looks tonight. I wanna see some major unwinding happening at this table, pronto, and that's an order. The next round's on the house." Lorne gave them both 'buck up' pats on the shoulder and then shifted away, moving to greet other patrons.

Wesley eyed his drink, then turned to face Cordelia, trying to get into the spirit of things. "So, have you decided what you want to sing yet?"