"You never talk about your brother," Ginny said, happy to divert the attention from himself. "I'd say it's understandable if he's a Falcon, but I have a brother who's crazy about the Cannons, so I'm hardly one to talk."
She gave a wave towards the bartender. She'd been here enough times for him to know that meant beer, the more the better.
"Charlie too, probably. Hell, is there anyone who Wood doesn't know?"