Gene outright snorted, giving Diva his best 'oh please' look. "I'll yell at him for anything I damn well please, luv, and there's nothing you can do about it. The div can take it, anyway. Sure as hell deserves it."

He grinned, finishing off his glass and pouring himself another from the tin. If nothing else, he'd prove she should have gotten them a Party Seven, time be damned.