But Sam thought the response was pretty amusing, so he snickered, waving off Jay's apologies. "I guess I can forgive you for not wearing the monocle and ascot," he teased. "No, but seriously, you're alright?"
Oh yes, shots. Great idea. Once again, Jay was on the ball. And as an added bonus, Sam hoped his shot was lighter fluid. "Oh, you know..." he began casually, sitting back in his chair. "Got chased by torch-and-pitchfork wielding peasants who wanted me dead. Then there was a fire and everything just went to Hell from there."