Ernie and Melinda
"All?" Melinda answered after another long pause. "It's been a week." She added with a laugh, unsure as it was. She took another drink from her beer -- a long, long drink. She knew it wasn't going to do anything, but Merlin's beard how she wanted to endorse about 12 more directly into her bloodstream.
An innocent sort of smile crept across Melinda's lips as Ernie pointed the bottle at her. "Are you sure?" She laughed. "You're quite the charming drunk. Or so I assume."