Midnight. Party in Adams Morgan. Friend of DCeiver, JG, walks out of the kitchen. Strangely, her grey shirt has been dampened in the area over her left breast.
DCeiver: Oh, my God, J--you're not lactating, are you?(Later: More on how the DCeiver came to be in some magical, imaginary town in Fairfax, Virginia just four hours later. It will not be that interesting.)
JG: (laughs) No. It's sangria.
DCeiver: Ho-ly shit. That is the most awesomest fucking thing I've ever SEEN!