"Operating While Intoxicated," she repeated. "Wouldn't that be more applicable for that gentleman over there?"
She nodded-- not pointed, a lady never pointed-- toward a college aged young man who was dressed in scrubs. Going with the doctor joke, she added, "I suppose we could get out that game, Operation, and attempt it intoxicated as well. I'd hate for you to take me in for an OWI if I were not truly O. Or I."
She gave him a slow smile. "But you are getting me a drink, so we can work on part of that at least. A Brandy Sour, please. The Cypriot version if they can, not a Brandy Daisy. Thank you."
It was not her usual sort of drink, but Hera was not being Hera tonight.