“Tuna.”

“Andy.”

“Big, Big Tuna.”

Jim looks up from paperwork. “Need something?”

Andy grins. “I need to thank you for the hook up.”

“Glad it worked out.”

“Worked in and out, if you get me.”

“I'd rather not.”

“The things she can -”

“Stop.”

“Gotcha. Details tonight over brews.”

“Oh. Um, I -”

“Good. I'll drive.”

Fuck.