Thank goodness for feel good alcohol to offset another disaster on Q's front, else he would have started the tumble-down effect-- however, instead of physical tumbling, it would've been words falling over each other in apologies so profuse-- the unkind effect scattering through the dominos of his mind.

Dancing them just underneath the lighted eaves of the trees brought him joy, it was a strange fluttering. "Well, parties were composed of lots of alcohol, a fair amount of sex in hallways and some drugs to accompany it, really unhinged stuff-- and we had a King and Queen that presided over the festivities. If you know what a bacchnal is, it is sort of like that... if you don't-- in our world there is a god that presides over drunken revelries."

A single beat, "I just told you something pretty inappropriate, didn't I?"